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The Book of Carnal Ch. 01

By: Tipson



Dear Readers, 

This is my first submission in quite a while. Please feel free to give positive feedback as it inspires the continuation of the story. Don't hesitate to vote, a 5 is always best!!! 

I will be resubmitting the other stories as well, with corrections and changes, so take time to read them soon. Please enjoy. 

All Characters are above the age of 18. 

************************Tipson

Prologue

It was early. The clock shouted a bright 6:30, still fifteen minutes before his alarm went off, which meant he had thirty more before he had to get up, but he knew all to well that there was no chance in falling back asleep. Reluctantly, he got out of bed, drowsily heading for the bathroom. 

After the shower, Jason looked in to the mirror, noticing tired eyes looking back at him, a beard that asked to be shaved, and flat, long, read hair. Uninteresting. He shaved as reluctantly as he had gotten out of bed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Something of a ritual in his 26 years was to have coffee before breakfast, then a quick and hot short cup right after. True to it, he headed for work. 

Jason never thought how things had gotten this way. Or, maybe he had once thought about it, but quickly concluded that unless he was going to do something about it there was no point, and since, at least at the moment, he was not, then he would not thing about it. Most probably he did not want to think about it, or had not to think about it, as it would surely lead to more sleeplessness. 

He headed for the firm in his old two door red Honda. He liked the car; to bad most women did not share his appreciation. Oh well. There were always his hands to help in those matters of desire. He did not feel great, and although he did not drink often, there were times he awoke feeling a hangover. He noticed that this feeling occurred the day prior to his drinking, and also the day after. He felt that today at awakening, wondering unintentionally what he would drink. 

He stepped in to the office, saying hello to Michelle, the receptionist, petite blond, about his age, with a pretty, freckled face, and straight white teeth. She had at times walked naked through his fantasies, and often was either on all fours inside her little receptionist office as he ploughed her from behind, or riding him on his cubicle chair, her small breasts being happily licked by his hungry mouth. 

Then there was Rachael, the hot, brunette manager, who was good at her job, and was certainly the desire of most of the male workers, and he would not be surprised if some of the females. He thought she was fucking the boss, but could not prove it. She exuded sex. Sex, and the clear "No," to most all that approached, except for Pete, whom, to most everyone's confusion, she was dating. She, Rachael, was even more present in his fantasies, but almost every time he jacked-off in the bathroom, unable to concentrate on work, and needing some form of release. He could always drink at lunch, but he was raised with some form of integrity. 

And then there was Misty. Oh Misty. What a name. True to it, too. He had memorized everything he could of her. How great her ass looked in jeans, or how sexy her hips swayed when she walked. And, when she wore a skirt and high heels, Jason could stare at those legs eternally, wishing that his lips could be at the place where they finally meet. The way her tits flowed as she walked was also deliciously tantalizing, and her smile could melt just about anything, him included. She was not thin-stick, but delicately shaped recalling the title of a movie he never watched, but agreed with it completely, "Real Women Have Curves." At times, he would call her with the excuse that a phone call had come in for her, and it somehow had ended on his line, most often the caller would hang up before the call was transferred, and they would chat for a few minutes, bending the company rules. Once the phone call was over he would replay the conversation, enjoying the sound of her melodious Mistyfing voice in his inner ear. 

He wanted her. And, she took all remaining fantasies. There had been many times, specially when she wore a skirt, he liked skirts, that he had visualized crawling to her unseen, sneaking in to her cubicle, under her desk, and eating her out, licking her delicious pussy, and drinking all the nectar that came out of it. Then, she would pretend to be talking on the phone, and seriously concentrating on what the other person was saying, while she really was cumming all over his mouth, moaning so quietly that only he could hear. He would then crawl back to his desk, and happily continue with his work, occasionally smelling his upper lip to get more of the scent in his nostrils. Later, going to the bathroom to relieve the tension. He was ten cubicles away and an aisle over. Man, did he want her. If only he was not so self-conscious when he walked toward the bathroom and took his eyes off the floor he may have caught her green eyes looking at him, filled with desire. 

It was time to change things. Jason had been hesitating for a while--days to be exact! Ever since he had gotten back from his vacation in Cairo had he been slightly on edge. But today, Misty looked particularly hot, with a white blouse that was almost see through, but appropriate enough for the office, breasts that beaconed him, and a skirt that nicely draped over her hips ending at the center of the knee, close-toed high heel shoes. He was sure, or he thought he was, that every time she walked, she swayed a little more, just for him. 

He could not take it. The whole day at the office he was so hard he skipped lunch to avoid embarrassment, and could not make his way to the bathroom feeling too self-conscious due to his highly aroused state, at times wondering if "The Trip" had anything to do with it. What gorgeous frustration. He had waited long enough, and it was time to find out if his discovery would bear the promised fruit. 

Jason arrived home in record time, immediately going to his bedroom, dropping his pants and falling in to bed. He wrapped his hands around his still stiff dick, moving them up and down, delighted at how Misty was riding him, him completely free to lick and suck those fantastic large tits. "Oh fuck, I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum, MMMMMisty!" Cumming hard and fast, his cum creating a puddle on his stomach.

After he recovered, and cleaned up, he double secured all doors, and closed all the blinds and curtains. You never know if the FBI was watching. He thought about bugs in the apartment, but threw caution to the wind. He took out a small book he had hidden in a compartment in his night desk. He was not sure if the compartment was that secret, but all seemed as it was and he instantly relaxed. 

Chapter 1

It was in Cairo, in one of the ruins, that he found the little book. He had been taking a tour of one of the pyramids at the time, and being familiar with what the guide was saying, decided to take a detour, and went looking around alone. He somehow managed to exit the pyramid at a different side, and right in front of him stood a small and shabby hut, at least as old as the pyramid had been. He did the only sensible thing: he walked inside. 

As soon as he stepped in, he realized that the hut was only a façade, and what was inside was a large room that seemed to have been dug in to the earth, with other rooms around it. He could make out no doors on any of the rooms. Excitement ran through him as he made his was down the steps, and entered the large room. Jason was sure he was not supposed to be there, his excitement rising. He walked around the great room first, not being sure if it was once a hall, or perhaps a jail, although he felt that it was no jail, but something else all together. Perhaps, even the Pharos private hall. 

Walking in to the last room to the left he felt shivers overcome him, as he and idea of where he was. He had seen the hieroglyphics inside the pyramids before, most often being associated with pharos, and the ones in this room where similar, but somehow, they exuded importance. Or, better yet, royalty. He wondered for a second why there was no one else here, or why this hut was not being protected, but immediately abandoned the thought when he noticed some kind of a lever close to the right, deep corner, protruding from the floor. If he were not such a nerd for pyramids, he would not have even noticed it. 

Dropping to his knees, he looked closely at it, but did not notice anything peculiar, and could not make out any inscription on it. He pulled at it, but nothing, and was unable to turn in. He got to his feet, and thinking, "what the hell!" roughly stepped on it. He stared at the corner waiting for a magic door to appear. It did not. He turned feeling dejected, and nearly had a heart attack when at about five feet in front was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing the sheerest gown ever created. She had long flowing black hair, breasts proudly up right with slightly dark nipples making him salivate. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and her gorgeous toes seemed to be suspended just above the ground. Jason felt that her dark eyes were looking right in to his soul. 

Quickly he turned, looking along the wall behind him in search of a hole for a projector, or some other machine that would explain the vision, but found nothing, nor did he notice any beam of light coming from the walls. The room had also become brighter, as the small windows near the ceiling just above the ground poorly lit it before. The only thing in the room was he, the hieroglyphics, what seemed like an old bed to the right side of the room, against the wall, and this gorgeous woman. 

No matter how hard he tried, he could not help his dick from rising, and straining against his jeans. The palm of his hands were slightly sweaty, and although, he probably should have run out of the room screaming, he was not afraid. The fact that the gorgeous woman was practically naked did haze his inexperienced judgment. She spoke to him. Jason was sure that it was not English, but somehow he could understand. He tried to concentrate on the book that was held by both her hands and being presented to him, and not on the way her breasts were pressed together by her arms, nor how sensual her stomach moved as she took in breath, and those lips!

"Young one. You have been chosen to receive this book. It has been kept in secret until the right person stepped in to this chamber."

"Uh. How am I the right person?" His mind was moving as fast as possible, trying to make sense of it all.

"You were allowed to walk in to this hall, and were also allowed to find the chamber. Your human eyes found the lever. It has been centuries since the lever was pressed."

"Who was the last to press that lever?" He asked, finally getting the sense of the questions he should ask, and attempting to ignore the fact that he was talking to a gorgeous apparition that seemed as real as he was. 

"The Great Mistress Cleopatra."

"What the fuck!" he thought, and asked, "What kind of book is it?"

"It is called The Book of Carnal, young one. It was used by The Mistress, as well as the Pharos to pursue and fulfill corporal pleasure, as well as to spread a sense of incomparable satisfaction with those whom were touched by influence of the book."

"How am I the right person?" When she did not answer he realized that he had already asked this question. It was very difficult for Jason to concentrate, when all he really wanted to do was plunge his cock between those gorgeous thick lips that answered his questions. 

He stepped forward deciding that he'd better take the book, what could go wrong? He was only talking to the sexiest apparition ever to have appeared, in Cairo, in a shack behind a pyramid, apparently in a chamber, which only he had been allowed to enter, and only he in centuries had stepped on a lever. 

As soon as his left hand touched the top of the book he froze, feeling a surge of energy coursing his body, filling him with pleasure. He noticed a slight smile form on the beautiful woman's closed lips, her chiseled face glowing. Jason heard her speak, but concluded that it was directly to his head, as her lips did not move and the smile did not fade. 

"I am glad you are willing to accept this gift. The answers you seek are inside the book, as well as explanation to the powers you will receive, with and apart from the book. The first power will be given to you by me at the moment that you take this book. However, in order for you to be acquitted The book of Carnal a ritual must be completed. We must satisfy the desire of our flesh together, once that is done, the book will be yours, as well as the power."

"I get to fuck her!" He excitedly thought.

"Yes," spoke her voice inside his head. "If you wish to complete this ritual then place your right hand underneath my hands"

"And, if I don't?" he thought. Her silence answered his question. What did he have to lose? He was going to fuck this gorgeous woman, and if death was after that, then what a way to go. Death after his first orgasm inside a woman! Who cares if she is an apparition?" 

His sexually overloaded brain refused to think of any other options, and his hard dick was begging to be freed from the confines of his pants. The action proved to be more difficult that he thought however, as the surge of pleasure still ran through him, keeping his body tense, as if he was about to cum, but not being allowed. It took all his will to separate his mind from the pleasure of his body long enough to move his hand. After what seemed ages, he was able to place his hand under hers. 

The room became very bright making him shut his eyes, and the pleasure inside him intensified. At first he felt the ground shake, and suddenly he did not feel it at all. He could hear his grunts at the power of the pleasure, and could hear her moans escaping her lips. 

Opening his eyes he noticed that they were no longer in the original chamber, as the room no longer had a door, and had no ceiling, it was open directly to the light blue sky. They seemed to be suspended just over a bed that was now at the center. The book had disappeared and theirs hands were intertwined, and both were stark naked. 

His eyes traveled along her body, as the wave of pleasure was now a slight buzz facilitating his movement. As soon as their eyes met, the distance between them disappeared smashing in to each other, their kiss filled with the fire of their desire. 

Jason's hands moved around her back, cupping her firm ass, and strongly pressing her to him, his cock smashed between their abdomens. She moaned in his mouth, her hands also roaming. Their feet touched the bed, and without breaking the kiss she told him, "lay down." 

Jason reluctantly did, not wanting to stop kissing her, nor wanting to stop his hands from roaming that gorgeous body. Laying down, his eyes hungrily took in her body, stopping at those gorgeous, large breasts, longing to play with them and have them in his mouth. She got to her knees next to him, and grabbing the base of his cock asked, "is this for me?"

"Yes," he answered between a sigh. He did not anticipate how great it felt having his cock touched by another. And, that was just a touch!

"It looks tasty. May I taste?" She asked, lightly blowing on his pulsating member. 

"Yes," he sharply replied. He did not dare push her head down, but his hands certainly wanted to. 

She lowered her lips to the tip of his cock, licking the pre-cum that had escaped the slit, and ran her tongue around the head, while her hand stroked the rest of his member, and the other lightly played with his balls. 

"Oh WOW," said Jason at the feeling of the dark-haired lady giving him his first blowjob. "This is awesome. I don't think I'm going to last long!" already feeling the desire to come. She did not slow down, and instead sucked harder and deeper. In one swift motion she took all of his cock down her throat, successfully deep-throating Jason.

It was too much for him, loudly stating, "here it comes!"

She did not stop, but continued the deep sucking, fucking him with her mouth. His cum rose from deep in his balls, and he came and came down her throat, she hungrily swallowing every drop. 

"Mmmm, that was delicious," she told him, wiping her mouth. 

Jason thought it was all over, since, once he came, it usually was about 45 minutes for him to get hard again. Or, at least that's what happened when he was watching porn on his home computer. But, he looked at his hard cock in awe, noticing that it had not gone down one bit, and still stood proudly in attention, pointing at the ceiling. 

"I loved how delicious your cock felt down my throat, I cannot wait to have it in my pussy!"

"I can't wait either," Jason said breathlessly. 

She positioned herself a top him, and slowly lowered herself toward him, stopping when she felt the tip of his cock touch the dripping entrance. Jason could not remove his eyes from where the tip of his cock was touching, holding his breath in waiting for what was sure to follow. 

"Are you ready, young one?"

Jason quickly nodded assent, slowly taking in breath as she lowered herself on his cock, only stopping when his cock was completely inside her, both letting out pleased moans. He could feel her pussy tightly wrapping him, and felt how it seemed to pulsate around him. There was not a hair that was not standing on his body, and his eyes quickly moved to meet hers as she began moving up and down. 

Jason could not believe how good it felt, and why he had not done it before. But here he was, having an amazing babe riding him. His hands when to her hips, allowing his body to do what it pleased as it moved up, meeting her thrust as she sank down. Soon their tempo built and he was being hypnotized by the swaying of her ample bosom. 

Letting go of her hips, he moved up his hands to grab them, squeezing them, and pinching the nipples as she impaled herself on his cock over and again. He put one of them in his mouth, and was encouraged by the increasing of her moaning, as well as tempo of her fucking. He switched to the other breast, leaving the first one slippery with his saliva. He was getting close again, and by the sound of it she was not far behind. 

He fell back on the bed, grabbing her hips once more, and pushing up in to her in abandon, as they fucked each other to oblivion. Her moans increased, along with his grunts, while quickly bringing each other to the brink. 

"I'm going to cum!" 

"Me too. I'm going to cum in to your cunt!"

"Cum, for me, I want to feel being filled with your cum!"

Jason gave one last thrust, and froze as his seed traveled up his shaft, releasing deep in to the body of the gorgeous woman. 

"Yes!!!" Both moaned joyously, as their climax lasted to what seemed eternity. 

Then, she dropped a top him, exhausted, her ragged breathing matching his. 

"That was amazing," she said, "it's been too long."

"Any time babe," he told her, as his hands rubbed and squeezed her gorgeous butt, he's usual shyness forgotten for now. 

Their lips met once more, lazily kissing as they relished the afterglow of their passionate sex. "That was some first time!" Jason thought, as he noticed his cock still inside her, and how good it felt being there. "I wonder if I'll be able to fuck her again."

"You can fuck me any time you want to, the book will show you how," she spoke.

"But, how did you know what I was thinking?"

"I can read your mind. You will be able to do so as well. The book will show you. As you learn to use the gifts you will have less and less need for the physical book."

"You are fucking gorgeous," he told her as she pulled her into him for a searing kiss. Jason could feel his cock was hard inside her, and quickly flipping her over he began wildly pounding her pussy, as she moaned in to his mouth, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Breaking the kiss, and punctuating every syllable with a strong thrust he told her "I love your fucking pussy!" 


The Book of Carnal Ch. 01



His muscles were beginning to ache, but he did not slow down as the fucked her like a wild animal, his balls smacking against her ass, her tits uncontrollably swaying, and the sounds of slapping flesh accompanying their moans. He did not care if any one could hear them. The whole touring group he had traveled with could be looking at them through the open ceiling, and he would not have stopped. It felt too good to care, and she was too beautiful. 

Her head was moving side to side, and her moans increased as another orgasm ripped through her. He did not break stride, fucking her right through her orgasm, his cock pushing her in to another, and then another. He was fucking her in long, fast, deep strokes and through gritted teeth told her, "I'm going to cum. Oh, fuck."

He dislodged his cock from her pussy as he squirted his seed. Rope after rope of cum shot from his dick reaching her face, covering her breasts, and her taunt stomach, the last few landing on the patch of hair just above her gaping pussy. He sat on to his legs, looking at the sky, attempting to regain control of his breath after such wild fucking. 

He looked down at her, as he was still between her spread legs, and smiled, as, with two fingers, she scooped in her mouth all cum she could get to. That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, and porn did not come close to topping it. 

"Now, young one," she began through gorgeous lips, then disappearing and appearing next to the bed, her clothes back on her, "the gift I will give to you is that of Virility. Plus, a few adjustments that I'm sure you will notice yourself. Take your time with the book, and fear not to test the waters. Until soon, young one!"

She snapped her fingers and all became as it originally was. He was in the center of the bed, which was next to the wall, the room had a ceiling, and the small windows still allowing daylight to enter. 

Quickly, he dressed and headed out, looking back only shortly, and feeling the book on the inside pocket of his coat, assuring that he had not imagined it, and was not going insane. He searched until he met the others enjoying sandwiches on the other side of the pyramid. 

"Jason, there you are!" spoke the middle-aged tour guide. "You had me worried sick. At least, inform me when you leave next time."

"I will. Sorry."

"It's okay. I don't mean to scowl you, but I was worried. Have your sandwich; we are getting ready to leave. 

He did. 



The Book of Carnal Ch. 02



Here is Chapter Two of Book of Carnal. I recommend reading of Ch. 1 first, as you will get a better idea of what is happening to Jason. Edited by br00. Please enjoy and don't forget to vote! 

Copyright © 2012 by Tipson. All rights reserved.




Jason shivered with the energy that surged through him as he opened the book. He had never had so much pleasure from holding book before, and he could cum just from it, holding it, his blood heating up as if about to blow over. 

It was time for a change. He had decided it was time for a change after lusting over gorgeous Misty at work not so long ago, in turn being so turned on that he was unable to move from his desk the whole time, unable to release, then releasing quickly, finally in his room, on his bed. 

The book had come to him from such a gorgeous, "ghost? Nah, apparition." Was the way he had describe the woman that had fucked him senseless, and he had fucked senseless in his last vacation in Cairo. She had been so gorgeous, and so hot, but Misty had her. Maybe. He remembered she could read minds, and hoped she would not be pissed at him for the thought. 

Warning: The longer you read and hold this book the more you will change, at times a god, others insane...

He turned the page. He had already decided: fuck it, he was not going to change his mind now. The pleasure running through him clouded his mind, but it was so delicious. The more you use this first power the better you will be able to control it. You will become more and more desirable, and you will be able to influence those that desire you. You are now..."Ahhhh" flew out of Jason lips. The more he read the more the pleasure increased. He felt ready to burst, but could not and did not want to stop reading...now desirable but unaware. Your influence will also increase, and you will be able to do...he skipped...to obtain this power you must cum on this page of this book. 

Jason got to his knees, and placing the book bellow him, he wrapped his hand around his extremely aroused cock. It took all but two strokes for him to blow his load, cumming so strongly he almost lost his senses. He looked down noticing that the book (or the page of the book) seemed to suck in his copious load. He would have freaked out on any other occasion, but he was well past that point. His skin still tingled with the power of the orgasm, and his dick had slightly deflated. He rubbed his chest trying to catch his breath, and jumped at the sensitivity of his nipples. Shutting the book and putting it away, he decided he wanted to try this new power, and he was also desiring a scotch, or tequila, or "fucking something!" 

I wonder what Misty is up to? He thought. No, not yet. Don't wanna fuck it up with her. I'll get someone at the bar.

After a shower he dressed in clothes that seemed to fit him better, and he noticed that he looked bulkier. He could not believe it. He had never ever been anything but pudgy. He removed his shirt to examine himself closer in the mirror, and noticed a bit of lines, no too deep, but present that defined hardened muscle. "Pretty fucking cool!" he exclaimed and redressed. 

Arriving downstairs he looked at his car and almost passed it, as it no longer looked so beat up. It didn't look new, but it most certainly was in a better state than it had been that morning, or when he had driven it after work for that matter. "I should have cum on that page long ago," he chided. "To business," he said, driving away. 

He pulled in to the parking lot of the pub "Slam Jams," and exited the car. He stopped, his confidence wavering. He had only been there a hand full of times, mostly to drink – alone. Out of all the times he had hit on one of the women, he had been rejected in varying degrees; the worse being, "Fuck no. I am not interested in fat, nor ugly." He did not want a repeat of that. But, the book had said to practice, and the great sex with the apparition had taken place, and, well, no pain on gain. 

Building his courage he walked in to the locale, and was greeted by a full crowd, and a remix of that stupid song, "Here's My Number, So Call Me Maybe." He hated the song, but soon it would be over. The singer was cute though, and once, when he saw the video online, he wished he could shove his cock into her mouth every time she started such an idiotic line. 

He got the attention of the bartender, who actually smiled at him for the first time. 

"What will you have?"

"Johnny Black straight."

"You haven't bee here in a while, and for returning the first one is on me," the gorgeous bartender had replied. 

'What,' he thought, 'she noticed me enough know that I had been here before?' "Wow. Thanks! You're going to make me come more often."

"That's the point, enjoy," and she walked away to serve the others. 

'What was that all about? And a free drink too! Maybe the book was right,' he enthusiastically thought. 

He felt good, and the confidence was returning to him. He took a sip, but really just wanted to down it, but just like that? He looked to one side of the bar, noticing a well-shaped lady, with form fitting blue jeans, and a white top that filled up nicely, getting a shot of some sorts. He thought it was an appletini shot, but he was not well versed with what the fairer sex enjoyed drinking. Walking up to her he said, "Hi, wanna do the shot together?"

She turned to him, surprised, and said "Oh, my friends over there are waiting for me."

"I'll get you the next one, then they won't wait long," I would have never said that before!

"Oh alright. Bottoms up," she said as they downed their drinks. 

He turned to wave to the bartender but she was already there. "Ready for the next one?"

"Wow, you're good."

"It's my job."

"Two more of the same, and hers is on me."

Quickly fixing them up she handed it to them, "There ya go."

"Thanks!"

"I'm Brenda, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Brenda, I'm Jason."

"And, I'm Marilyn," said the filled-white-top brunette.

"And a pleasure to meet you as well," Ok, this is definitely the book, this has never happened before. Never ever.

"Come, let me introduce you," said Marilyn and walked off. Jason followed her, feeling pleased. 

"Hey girls, this is Jason, Jason that's Abby, Joana, and Larissa." 

"Hello," he said, shaking everyone's hands.

"You just did a shot with her, didn't you?" asked Abby. 

"Yes." he replied.

"I knew my eyes had not deceived me! I told you she had gotten a new one too," she said to Larissa.

"Yeah, you were right."

"Don't be jealous," said Marilyn. "Are we gonna do this shot or what?"

"Bottoms up!" Jason told them. And all of them shut up and followed suit, downing their fruity shot of vodka, or rum, or whatever it was. 

"What was that you drank?" Asked Joana.

"Johnny black neat," replied Jason. 

"And you just downed that?" Asked a surprised Abby. 

"Well yes. Otherwise it would not be a shot!" Jason had never felt so comfortable around women, and although some of it was do to the liquor he had consumed, deep down he knew that was not the only reason. His words flew out nicely, landing in the right places, without a stutter, and they seemed to appreciate it. Even the smart remark was welcomed. 

The ladies giggled, and almost in unison said, all with slight variations "I can't down that." 

"I can," said a voice behind him, the ladies raising their eyes to look at this intruder. 

Jason turned and almost chocked on his heart, as it was ready to jump out. It was Misty, looking at him. She was holding two double shots of what seemed whiskey, and presenting one to him, she asked, "Want one?" 

"What...well, aye...yeah," he stuttered. 

Misty smiled at the effect she had on him, and how he seemed to be discombobulated. 

Recovering, Jason said, "Never say no to a gorgeous woman offering you a drink!"

"Hey, what about us?" asked Marilyn. 

Lifting one eyebrow Misty replied, "You had that fruity shot 'cause you can't shoot whiskey, right?" It did not go unnoticed that she had said that line almost simultaneously with the Carrie Underwood song that was now playing.

Damn, talk about putting them in their place, was one of the many thoughts than ran over Jason's mind. He wanted Misty. She looked so hot, and her curves were making him dizzy in such a delightful way. 

"Ready Jason?" she asked.

"You bet," and down the hatch it went. 

"That's so good!" She exclaimed, and addressing the girls, "How'd you like your shut-the-fuck-up?"

"Excuse me?" said Abby, somewhat pissed.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch. You all had vodka, apple schnapps, orange liquor, and a bit of pineapple juice. That is called a 'shut-the-fuck-up'. Look at the menu," she coolly answered. 

Marilyn looked it up and realized she was right, "Fuck!" she exclaimed, somewhat disappointed, "It was good."

The others greyly nodded. 

"Hey, cheer up, next time you can get a sperm bank," Misty told them. 

Jason could not control his laughter and it roared out of him. Misty joined him, making the rest of the group blush. 

Addressing Jason she said, "Come have one more with me, 'cause I gotta go."

"So soon?"

"Yeah. Had I known you'd be here I would have made different plans."

"Alright."

"Maybe I'll come back later."

"That'd be cool," he said, following her to the bar, grinning as she caught the last words Marilyn was telling the waitress: "sperm bank." 

"Back for more I see. You can drink!"

"Yeah, well."

"How many have you had?" Asked Misty. 

"Two right before, and your double shot," the bartender answered for him.

"Well, well. You can drink. And, you don't look funny at all. I know a couple of guys who would be acting kinda of stupid at the very least. But, I've placed them on my 'fuck-off' list."

"And, they were all in about 1 minute of each other, at the most!" Continued Brenda. 

"Holy shit!"

"All right, you're making me blush," said Jason. 

"I hope that is not the only effect," said Misty looking him up and down. He looks good, she thought, I wonder if he's been working out.

"I'll join you in this one," said Brenda, "too bad you gotta go."

"Yeah. I'll try to come back a bit later. It's not to late anyway. And it's ladies night. Hm, maybe I should try and get here earlier, otherwise this one is going to be gone with some bleached-blond slut."

Brenda loudly laughed, and as if recalling something said, "And I can shoot whiskey. But, allow me to recommend tequila. How does that sound?"

"Let's do it," Jason spoke up, his tongue finally untangling itself after such forwardness from Misty. 

"Yeah, why not? As long as it's straight I'll drink it," chimed Misty. "Then you can get back to your fan club, Jason."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, slightly taken aback. 

"I'm not blind, they want you to come back."

"They do," said Brenda. 

"You should have them try a wet pussy and I'll bet after the third one Ms. White-blouse over there will be more than willing to go for a ride."

"Oh come on. After the second one," said Brenda, and all three laughed. 

Once in a while Jason remembered how different he had been yesterday – and even this morning. Considering how impossible all of this would have been a day ago, and now he was feeling like a champ with all the attention he was getting. And from Misty, of all people! 

The threesome had their shots, and Misty gave Jason a hug, pressing her gorgeous bosom into his chest. He held her close to him, feeling like the luckiest man alive. 

"Until soon then, hopefully."

"I'll be here."

"Alright, later Brenda."

"See ya!"

Jason followed her delicious sway with his eyes. Loving how gracious her hips moved under her skirt, and how her legs were perfectly shaped. 

"Hey, wake up!" Brenda said, grabbing his attention.

"Sorry," he said. 

"Want another one?" 

"Yeah, might as well... Fuck it. I'm gonna hate the morning though."

"You'll be alright," she said as she handed him the shot. 

They drank it and it made Jason a little dizzy. Get a grip he told himself, and the feeling was immediately gone and he felt perfect again. "That was different tequila."

"Yup. It's stronger, but I figured you could take it. Okay, you should get back to your fan club as they keep looking this way. Here are the four shots of wet pussies, that way they'll accept you with open arms, but I think they will regardless."

Jason walked back to the table, drinks in hand, then ran back to grab a gin-and-tonic. Maybe he could sip that one for a bit. 

The ladies did greet him warmly, and waited until he returned before having their shots. And down they went. 

"What was that, 'cause it was delicious!" 

"That, Marilyn, was a wet pussy." And before he could stop himself he continued, "Is it working?"

Marilyn's only answer was to blush while the others giggled. 

"Oh my god, I love this song!" she exclaimed, and pulling him toward the dance floor told the others, "We'll be right back."

"Lucky bitch." Abby told Larissa. "But she did get him first, and those are the rules." 

"I want a turn as well though," Joana stated.

"If you weren't so picky," replied Abby.

"Whatever," she said, their eyes fixed on the dancing couple. 

It was up beat, some remix or another, Jason was just moving to the beat and allowing Marilyn to do most of the work. She was on fire, and there was not a moment where she was not pressing or rubbing against him. 

Marilyn felt so hot. The more she touched him the hotter she got, and here pussy was certainly wet, she wanted sex. Her large breasts rubbed against his chest, and her supper sensitive nipples made everything tingle. She even had had a mini-orgasm due to it. She could not remember ever being so turned on before, but did not complain. During the third song she turned, grinding her ass into his hard crotch and wondering how it would feel inside her. 

Jason did not mind the attention, and the liquor made all doubts he had dissipate. He had never been popular, and suddenly he had this lovely woman all over him. How could he complain? He loved how her breasts felt against his chest, and also how good her ass now felt against his swollen member. 

Sweaty, they walked back to the table wanting another drink. Jason noticed the jealous look of some of the men, as he was so comfortably seated among four gorgeous women, and had not forgotten how the gorgeous one had bought him a shot then left. "Lucky fucker," they thought at one point or another, and at varying degrees. 

They ordered appetizers, and Jason continued drinking his watery gin and tonic. He ordered a replacement, and bought the girls another shot of wet pussy. Hopefully my credit card won't get declined,' he thought as he calculated how much he was spending. We'll see, as the drinks arrived. 

"How about you?" Abby asked him. 

"Me? I guess I'll have to down my gin and tonic then."

"How come you didn't get a wet pussy?" asked Joana. 

"Because I only like the real ones," he said, slightly surprising himself. The ladies laughed and down went their drinks. He, of course, followed suit. 

"Come with me," Marilyn told him, taking his hand and guiding him outside. 

Jason followed without a word, wondering what it was all about. 

They got to the parking lot, and she asked, "Where's your car?"

"Umm," attempting to locate his car, and wondering where the hell it was. He took out his key and pressed the button, then followed the sound the car made. He found it hard not to exclaim, as when they arrived it was still red, but no longer Honda, and looking brand new. Now it was a BMW M3. 

"Wow," Marilyn said, "what a car! Let's take a look at the backseat."

They got in, and he noticed that the windows where tinted, almost like some sort of privacy glass. Damn, he did not know he had such car, but attributed it to the book and the changes. 

As soon as he sat down and the door closed, she quickly moved atop him, sitting on him and pressing her lips hungrily to him. She was so turned on. She had been so wet for so long that his lips alone sent her on her first orgasm. 

Jason felt her tremble atop him, and pride surged through him at making her cum just by kissing her. He quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and opened it. Happily noticing no bra, his hands flew to her exposed breasts. 

Marilyn broke the kiss saying, "Oh yes, grab my tits baby, it feels so good!"

Encouraged, Jason mauled them harder, pinching her nipples. 

"Oh my, keep pinching my nipples, I'm going to cummmmmm," and she once again rode the wave of her orgasm, grinding strongly against Jason. "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me!"

"My pleasure, except your pants are in the way."

She climbed off, and undid her pants as quickly as possible, She tried to take her shoes off , but finding it too difficult, she turned instead to Jason, and presenting him with her gorgeous ass , lustily said, "Fuck me doggy style."

Jason was happy to oblige, however he was unsure of how he was going to fit in the back seat if he was on his knees. He freed his cock, which somehow felt bigger in his hand than before. Then, placing his upper body on top of her back he scooted forward so that his mushroom head was at the entrance. His cock trembled as it slowly pierced Marilyn's nether lips, and pleasure surged through both of them. 

"It feels so good," they both said at the same time. Marilyn started rocking underneath him, getting more and more of his cock into her. Jason just stayed put, loving how great it felt to have Marilyn jamming herself on his cock. After a continued stream of pleasure, and another orgasm by Marilyn, her ass finally touched his thighs. She pressed strongly back in to him, filling herself up completely, and exclaimed, "It feels fucking amazing, oh fuck!!!!!!"

Jason felt her pussy wrap tightly around his rod He loved the way her insides grabbed at him, and seemed to pull him in on their own accord. 

Marilyn picked up the pace, creating the familiar sounds of sex with the slapping of their bodies. She reached underneath her, playing with her clit, and caressing his large balls whenever she could. 

Jason needed to take control and straighten out as much as he could, realizing that he could do so all the way, as his head was able to exit through the open sunroof in the car. Placing his hands on her waist, he picked up the rhythm. He was now fucking her strongly, pulling her into him hard, and then powerfully launching forward. 

He loved how her ass was swaying, and he slapped it hard, leaving his hand imprinted on it. 

"Oh fuck, do that again, it's gonna make me cum again."

He did, this time on the other side. As promised, Marilyn went to another orgasm, screaming, "Oh JJJJAAAASSSSOOONNNN!!!!!!" 

Jason was close to the edge, and thought I wish I could cum down her throat! "Oh Marilyn, your cunt is milking me gorgeously, I'm gonna cum." 

"Sit down, I want you to cum in my mouth." 

He did so, and pulled out with a pop, concentrating, trying to slow down the movement of his spunk up his shaft. 

"Oh fuck!!!" And he was coming, the first spurt hit Marilyn's cheek, but the rest made it down her throat, as she created a tight seal around his exploding cock with her lips. Marilyn came again from the taste, and the smell of his sex, and pushed forward taking in as much of his large cock as she could. 

Jason had finally exhausted his sperm supply, and Marilyn let him out of her mouth.

The car door suddenly opened and a female voice said, "Are you done already? I want another whiskey shot!"

"Misty?"

"Yeah, come, let's go."

He awkwardly put his dick back in his pants, unable to believe the great sex he had just had. The fact that Misty had so blatantly opened the door demanding a drink, that she was not even shy of seeing his dick, was overwhelming his still clouded brain. 




The Book of Carnal Ch. 02



Marilyn followed suit and they entered the bar, the beautiful Misty leading.

"How many wet pussies did it take?" Misty asked once they were at the bar, drink in hand. 

"Two," answered Brenda. Jason was still trying to wrap his mind about what happened, and looked back to see Marilyn talking, looking like she had just been gorgeously fucked. He felt like he could fuck her again on the table on which she now rested her elbows. 

"Fuck! I was sure it would take three. What a lightweight! Fine, get the gold label."

"Oh yes," said Brenda.

"You made a bet?" finally Jason came to. "How did you know?"

"I'm a genius. Bottoms up," and she downed the gold label smacking her lips. 

Catching the gist, he downed the drink, enjoying the velvet maple oak flowing down his throat. 

"I'm glad you can drink. Here, down this one," she ordered, and he did. 

Jason suddenly saw double, the word around him seemed to bubble, his world spun, forcing himself to man up, fuck, whatever the hell that was, it was strong as fuck. He looked at Misty, she smiled at him cleanly, looking like a goddess. Was he going crazy, or was he just drugged and she being modest. "Focus," he spoke out and did, catching the breath so fast it ached. Orange, no moron, it's green, and you can wrap it around her and tie her with it, your cool, calm yourself and adjust, so do it, adjust to the change in thought, which seems to wish to swallow you. You win, you swallow it, and Misty is no longer doubled, she is yours!

"That was good. But, it left me with need for a chaser, come on Brenda, how about that tequila for a taster?"

Misty looked at him surprised. She didn't know anyone that could handle that shot without sitting. Usually they ended up getting so wasted that they were done for the night and most of the next day, but here he was asking for another shot. She felt hot, but she was in charge. She knew he wanted her. She had noticed for a long time at work, and how he looked at her confirmed that she had the power. 

Jason took the shot, held it in his mouth, and pulled Misty strongly to him. Kissing her, he shared half of the tequila with her. Once swallowed, he broke the kiss, both breathing raggedly, their eyes being burnt by the fire in the other. 

He got close to her ear, and whispered, "You are mine."

"No. You are mine," she replied. 

"Cum," he said, and she almost did. She controlled it, but just barely. What the fuck? 

"Here are another four shots of wet pussy. I mixed them differently so those sluts, the fan club of yours, get nice and fucked up before they jam. I'm sure they'll dream of you."

He looked away from Misty's green mist and took the drinks, walking steadily on watery feet. He placed the drinks down, put his hand on Marilyn's ass and said "Drink it down. It's a gift so y'all won't forget me."

"We won't," Abby said, and then drank it. "Fuck," they all said, "that's some strong shit." 

"I already called you a cab, it's waiting outside, have fun," Jason informed them. 

"Okay," and they left. Lust rising inside them. 

He turned and walked back to the bar but Misty was no longer there. 

"Here, she left you this," it was her wet underwear. 

He took it, smelled it, and felt disappointed, telling Brenda, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"What's the hurry, the bar's closed, and I got time you can borrow."

"Why is everything in rhyme?"

"No rhyme, that drink just got you drunk and high."

"What was it? Acid?"

"No, absinth, sorta." She was in front of him now. Wow, he could feel her hot breath as she spoke, and he processed what she said. 

"Sorta? What does that mean?"

"It means I'm gonna suck your cock before you leave, and you're so high you won't remember a thing. So sit back, relax, and enjoy while I blow you clean."

"Alright," he agreed, sitting on a stool. 

Brenda daftly opened his pants and took his tool out. She didn't waste a second, right away sucking him down, half of his cock down her throat in one move, and her hand coaxing cum out of his balls. 

"Oh fuck," Jason said, having his cock sucked like this felt great. He had no desire to last long, his blood already boiling from the searing lips of Misty he had before she retired. 

Brenda took more of him down, He's large, but fuck, somehow he tastes good too. He's making me wet from being in my mouth, and I think I may cum, fuck, I'm close.

"Brenda I'm going to cum down your throat. The way your suck feels heavenly, oh!"

Jason came and came, rope after rope in her mouth and she swallowed, and shook, riding her own climax. 

She sucked the last drops before releasing him, then stood up, and put his cock away, and speaking she said, "I've never cum while giving head, that was amazing, and we should do it again."

"Okay."

"Go home, you should be okay, right?"

"Yup," and he was. He took a swig from the bottle of tequila that was on the bar before he walked out. Got in his red BMW and drove home, not thinking much, just wanting to sleep and hoping to dream of Misty. 

Fuck he wanted Misty. 



The Book of Carnal Ch. 03



Dear Readers,

I apologize for the delay of this chapter, but life got in the way. I will attempt to put up a chapter a week from now on. The next chapter should be up by the 11th of May, (2013) as long as there are no delays in the uploading.

Also, I am looking for a reliable editor so if you thing you go the chops send me a line.

ALL feedback is welcome, as I read all of it.

Don't forget to vote, and enjoy.

-Tipson

© 2013 Tipson. All rights reserved.

*

Jason was running fast, heading toward a window. He didn't have to hurry, but did not want to miss a thing. He knew that what he was going to see was something not to be forgotten, and the dogs that occasionally barked at his passing instinctively increased his pace.

The window was high, and he had to stand on the balls of his feet in order to look through it. He wished he had a box to stand on, and he quickly looked around. It was already starting, "damn it!" Next to the wall, a few feet away, laid a large concrete block, the type usually used for construction. He thanked his lucky starts; grabbing it he placed it under the window. Now he had a perfect, comfortable view into the bedroom.

He saw them stumble in, kissing frantically. One of them tripped on a shoe, ending on the floor, and the other, not missing a beat, dropped atop, continuing the very fervent kiss, hands hungrily roaming.

The moans of the two girls reached his ears, coming to him loud and clear through the closed window. His dick had slightly hardened at the sight of the girls kissing, but when Abby, being on the bottom, ripped off Marilyn's blouse, and Marilyn's large rack bounced freely, not being constrained by a bra, it rose to full attention. His breath came faster at seeing the eagerness in the manner Abby attacked Marilyn's full breasts. He could see Abby's cheeks collapsing at the strength of suction she applied, and noticed how roughly she kneaded the other breast with her hand.

"Oh yeah, suck my tit baby!" Marilyn lustfully exclaimed. "Oh, oh, I'm so turned on, I might cum if you keep doing that!"

Abby was encouraged, and kneading and sucking harder, she forced one leg between Marilyn's legs, driving her thigh up between them, rubbing Marilyn as strongly as she could through her clothing.

Marilyn got the hint, and unabashedly dry-fucked against Abby's thin, strong thigh. It didn't take long before Marilyn's orgasm overtook her, and wrapping her arms around Abby's head, pulling her further into her breast, she released into spasms, as she experienced an avalanche of sexual pleasure.

Abby released her tit, and pushed her off, making Marilyn collapse on her side, her right tit hanging towards the ground. Strongly, Abby got her to her unsteady feet, and pushed her on the bed, and as quickly as possible got her butt naked before she undressed herself. As soon as that was taken care of, Abby straddled Marilyn's face, ordering, "Suck me bitch, it's my turn to cum!"

Marilyn did so. She gave good head, and had been proud of her skills. Besides, it was only fair since Abby had just giving her a mindboggling orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Jason, put that cock in my mouth!" Said Abby.

Jason jumped off the concrete block, thinking that he had been caught, but heard the words again. Realizing that Abby was fantasizing about him, he got back on the brick, and continued watching the wanton display.

The strong smack of Marilyn's hand on Abby's ass reverberated in the room, making Abby exclaim, "Oh, yes, spank my ass Jason. Spank my ass, and pull my hair!"

A soft, low voice entered his head asking: Jason, do you want to fuck her asshole?

He shook his head strongly, trying to get the sound away that he believed he did not hear, and instead concentrated on Abby's orgasmic thrashing, and her delicious looking sphincter.

Do you want to fuck that tight asshole, Jason? Now in a deep, depraved growl.

Time seemed to slow, or Abby's orgasm seemed to extend, as Jason made up his mind to the answer of the question. His cock knew the answer, and was already out his pants.

Then a menacing voice, making it clear that it would not be ignored asked once again Do you WANT TO FUCK THAT ASSHOLE!?!

"Yes," Jason answered breathless.

A darkness enveloped him, and suddenly he was behind Abby's delightful body, as she was on all fours, Marilyn was nowhere in sight.

"Oh yes, Jason. Stick that big cock inside my ass! I want to try you on for size!"

Jason disliked disappointing. Pushing in, his mushroom head slowly entered Abby's back door. The feeling was unbelievable. Abby's ass was that tightest place he had ever been in. He had read about the smallness of Asian's, but had not believed it to be so true. Maybe she was a virgin as well!

"Come on Jason. Impale me on that dick of yours!"

He did just that. In a grunt, he pushed his large member deep in the bowels of Abby's ass.

Abby screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Jason quickly began to pound her ass, and with his left hand gave her ass a strong slap, leaving it bright read.

"Oh yes, Jason, spank me, spank me, pull my hair!"

Jason pulled her hair, pulling her head back with it, arching her smooth back. He noticed her hair growing thorns, and felt how they dug into his skin, but he did not care, he was close to cumming.

"Oh fuck Abby, I'm going to cum in you ass."

"Hell yes, shoot that seed inside me. FUCK MY ASS, JASON!"

Jason did. He came, and as he came he used his hand to strongly slap her ass, while the thorns penetrated the other, protruding through the back.

Jason awoke in a start. He was naked; all sheets were on the floor. His abdomen was covered in semen from what was very clearly a wet dream, and his right hand was bleeding.

"Oh shit, oh shit," exclaimed a startled Jason. He grabbed what was nearest, disregarded the fact that it was a sock, and wrapped it around his hand. He could still feel the squeezing of Abby's ass around his cock, but ignored it as he used the same sock to wipe off some of the cum, and headed to the bathroom to have a closer look at the wound.

"Fuck, I've must have bit my hand. But, what a dream!"

Once in the bathroom, he unwrapped the blood-soaked sock, and examined his wound closer. He noticed on the front and the back a number of small punctures that were already diminishing, and in front of his eyes completely disappeared, as if they were never there, blood no longer flowing.

Jason sat on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed his temples. "What the hell just happened?" He loudly asked himself. He had to figure out what was going on. And, he had to figure out if the green drink had anything to do with it, or if this was all due to the Book of Carnal he had found on his latest trip to the pyramids of Cairo. A book, which promised some great things, especially once he ejaculated on one of the pages.

Maybe I should not have skipped some of the pages, thought Jason as he headed back to bed. I have to figure out what's the deal. And with Misty at the bar, and...and he ran to the window, and looked out. Yup. It was there. The red, brand new BMW was nicely parked, looking better than when he had discovered it a few hours before dawn, breaking it in by fucking one of the girls senseless. He looked around the room, noticing things looked better as well. The drawers looked new, the bed was larger, exuding comfort, and the carped under his feet felt delightful. Something he had no previous experience with.

He walked to the mirror, and placing his hands on the chair in front of it, and looking at his reflection asked, "What the fuck is going on?"

"Read, idiot," answered his reflection.

Jason jumped back at the reply. Reflections were not supposed to answer, right? But, new that it was correct. He went to his expensive looking night desk, and, taking the book out, began reading.

It was difficult, for as soon as he touched the book pleasure coursed through his body, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the words. But, he had experienced this the last time, and knew that he had to overcome it, and actually read what was written. The fact that he had had a wet dream was not the main reason, but more that he had been bleeding, and the improvements to his abode, car, and physique, which he had noticed earlier as well.

Warning: The longer your read, or hold this book the more you will change. At times a god, at others insane... "Ahh!" Exclaimed Jason, as pleasure more strongly ran through him. "Ok, this happened before Jason. Fucking focus...as your mind tries to adjust to your improved self. You are more desirable now... "Is that what it said the last time? Damn, this would be so much easier if it didn't feel so good!"...than you were previously. Your have more money, look better, and can please women to no end, making yourself their sexual god when you wish it.

Jason's dick felt like it was going to burst. He tried to let go of the book, but could not. His fingers refused to let go, and he clearly read to obtain this power, ejaculate on this page of the book. He got on his knees, getting ready to do just that, as the pleasure was overwhelming, but somewhere on the back of his head there was a small "no" that got his attention, and instead Jason made himself fall out of bed, releasing the book in the process. Just as quickly the intense pleasure left him, and he was left attempting to catch his breath. He could feel he was still close to cumming, and grabbing his spare sock he came in it.

He did not know what time it was, but figured it was still early, as the sun still hid, and did not really care if he had to work either. He had to figure things out before he took another step out of the room, or before he attempted to sleep. Somehow, he knew he had really fucked Abby, and even though she had enjoyed it, who knew what her thoughts would be once she awoke? What if she thought he had raped her? And Misty?

Jason returned from the kitchen with two forks, and leaving the book on the floor he attempted to open it with them in order to continue reading. "Damn it! It won't budge! Great, so I can only open it with my hands. Damn it all!" Exclaimed a frustrated Jason. "It's time for battle!"

Jason got on his bed, readied himself for pleasure, and picked-up the book. Only a quiet whimper escaped his lips, and he read: The first power allows you to change your surroundings, your physique, to influence others desires, as well as to intensify their pleasure. It also makes you desirable to women, and...Jason fell of the bed, and came all over his recently used sock...at your choosing, you can impregnate them, improve their health, or the opposite, make them your slave or your partner. There will be women that will attempt to resist you, or will fight your control, you, however, will always be the victor, and some will be broken, some will...Jason fell out of bed once again, and came on the same sock...join you, and become an asset. Think now of Misty...floor, cum in sock, read...You also have the power to enter dream...wait, where did Misty go? Nothing. Ok?...s, and to make them a reality for you, and for the one(s) involved. The next power will be revealed to you after you've proven control of this one.

A test...pleasure increased exponentially within Jason...you will not be allowed to fall out of bed for the next 15 minutes. You will have a choice. You can cum on this page and end the pleasure, or you can master it. The choice is yours.

Jason's pleasure rose at a quick, steady pace. He knew that if he gave in he would experience one of the strongest, if not the strongest orgasm of his life. The only change was the increasing speed of his intake of breath, and the ability to move his arms, clearly to place the book in front of his ranging member when he gave in to the pleasure. Time and again Jason moved his the book close to his cock, but then used all his will to move it away. He felt as if he was dying, as his insides, his soul, trembled inside a rigid, and constrained body. His head screamed "MMMIIISSSTTTYYY," but he did not know why. He though of road kills, and video games, and thought of explosions, and rats, and wounds throwing up puss. All, and anything that would decrease the pleasure, but the sensation increased unabated.

Jason was close to breaking. He knew his will could not stand the intensity much longer. And, all he wanted to do was cum. All he had to do was cum, and then it would stop. Just to cum on a page of this book, why not? But, no, he did not want to. It was a direct challenge, and he would do his best to control it. The fifteen minutes ran slow, becoming the longest span of time he had ever experienced, and the pleasure indescribable.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice in his head say "Well done, young one," and he clearly felt lips wrap around his member. Jason lost all control, and emptied himself into the mouth belonging to the lips that so deliciously enveloped him. Jason loudly moaned through his spasms. He was unsure if he still held-on to the book, as the release of his pleasure took him to an unknown dimension, and his mind saw colors that did not exist. Darkness enveloped him.

***

Jason awoke feeling relaxed, sated, and comfortable. Then he sharply sat upright, realizing that he was late for work. "Damn!" he exclaimed as he dressed quickly, brushed his hair, and used a mouthwash, skipping the brushing of teeth. He clambered into his car, started the engine, and rushed off to work, the tires screeching at the hurry. He disliked being late, and was thinking of all sorts of excuses to make when arriving, and finally thinking, I guess I can see how this influence power works. I wonder if it works with men as well, 'cause if not Terrance is going to kill me!

"Tisk tisk tisk, you are late," the lullying voice of Michelle, pretty, petite, receptionist reached his ears as he walked in.

"And you want to cum," he replied.

"Excuse me?!" Causing Jason to almost lose his nerve, but he had to test it, and concentrating on the word, and on imagining how she would look if she came, he ordered, "cum!"

Michelle's eyes rolled back, her face reddened, as one hand flew to her mouth to quiet the sounds of delight the orgasm generated.

"Now, I want you to remember that I saw you cum, but I want you to forget that I caused it," directed Jason, and taking a deep breath walked in the office.

He walked, feeling the looks of some of his coworkers, and meeting eyes with Andrew, whose smirk almost said, "sucks to be you." He walked quickly, but could not help himself smiling at Misty as he passed her cubicle, and was enchanted by the soft smile he received in return.

He made it to his seat, logged in, clocked in, then noticed the small light blinking "line one" announcing the soon ringing of the phone. He answered.

"Jason, please come to my office immediately!" Commanded Terrance.

"Ah, I can explain," was his nervous reply.

"Now!" And the line went dead.

Damn! He made the long walk to the office, first noticing the look of concern coming from Misty, and then hearing Chopin's Funeral March that Andrew was humming. Jason mouthed, "fuck you," as he passed him, making Andrew chuckle, and whispered "Nice threads." Good friend, but what an asshole thought Jason, and then when did I get such clothes?

"Jason, have a sit. Close the door properly."

Jason did.

"You are late again, Jason!"

"Yes, I know. It was not intentional."

"I should hope it is not intentional. Otherwise, I would think you were trying to get yourself fired."

"No, that's not the case."

"Jason. What makes you believe that you, out of all the employees, have the right to be late when you wish? We have discussed this previously at which point you stated that it would not occur again. And yet, here we are."

"Yes. I know."

"Listen Jason, I like you. You are a good worker when on time. You keep to yourself most of the time. You are in love with Misty," Jason was caught of guard. "Don't be surprised. Everyone knows. You usually stay out of trouble, unless you and Andrew get together, which takes place rather often, but you don't cause much damage. What is it with you?"

"You are not angry," commanded Jason.

"What? I sure as hell am angry!"

"I mean," trying to correct himself, "I understand that you are angry, it's just that things have been really weird the last couple of days," fuck, now what do I do? "Just don't be so upset, I will improve, just give me a bit to figure this thing out."

Terrance let out a slow breath, "Jason, I can only give you one more chance. If you come-in late again, I will have no choice but to fire you."

"I understand," he replied. Was that him, or my influence on him. No idea. Maybe both. But he does not seem as upset as he was.

"It helps that you are finally investing on clothing that makes you look like a professional, instead of a haggard, lazy child."

"Thanks."

"Makes me think that you might be making money elsewhere, or applying elsewhere. Is that what you are doing Jason?"

"What? No."

"Hm. Well, I'll let you off the hook this time. Go make me so money!"

"Yes, sir!" Jason exited the office, and walked quickly back to his cubicle. He was working hard for about four hours before an announcement over the speaker made him prick his ears: would the owner of a red BMW M3 please move the vehicle. We apologize for the inconvenience, but a tow truck is trying to get through. He continued working, when he heard once more: Again, we apologize for any inconvenience, but would the owner of a red BMW M3 please move their vehicle as it is blocking a tow truck. "Oh shit," Jason told himself. "That's my car. They probably think it's a customers."

He quickly stood up, and immediately felt all eyes on him. Then, looking toward the office saw Terrance giving him a "What the fuck are you doing?" kind of look. He took out his keys, and showing them to Terrance pointed outside, and turning several shades of red walked toward the receptionist's office.

"Jason, I said a BMW, not a Honda."

"Yes, I know Michelle. It's my car," and he quickly exited the building. Although he should have be filled with confidence, he was not, and felt completely awkward walking back inside, and making his way to his cubicle. He caught sight of Terrance looking at him with his hands on his waist. He could almost hear him think, "What the fuck?" And saw Andrew mouthing, "What the fuck?" The only one that was not as surprised was Misty, as she had seen the vehicle yesterday. However, she had thought it belonged to the girl he was banging. After a few minutes of being at his seat, he got a phone call saying, "Lunch break!"

"Yup, I could use it," he replied. Meeting Andrew half way, they headed outside.

"You drive," said Andrew. "How about a liquid lunch?"

"Sure, I could go for some quick food and some liquid..."

"What the fuck?" Interrupted Jason. "I thought you were playing a joke when you got out to move your car! When the hell did you get this baby?"

"Don't ask."

"Don't ask? How the hell am I suppose to not ask, huh? I mean, look at this fucking thing. As a matter of fact, I'll drive, give me the keys."

"Sure, what the hell," throwing the keys to Andrew.

"Really? Sweet!"

They entered, Jason finally taking the opportunity to look at his new car. It was really, very impressive. Black leather seats, with red threading, and a top-of-the-line stereo were only the beginning. It came with a full navigation system, programmable seats, and, soon found out, a very powerful engine, as Andrew let it rip. He took the scenic route toward their destination, but Jason did not mind. He was enjoying the vehicle, appreciating it's handling, as well as how it just hugged the curves. He had decided he was going to drive back.




The Book of Carnal Ch. 03



Andrew could not stop raving about the car. He was in love, and that if the car had a pussy he'd fuck it.

"I believe that if the car were to be personified it would be a man," Jason pointed out.

"Then, fuck it, I'd turn gay!"

They enjoyed the joke as they walked into the bar.

"Welcome to," and cutting herself short, "hello Jason, back again, I see."

"Yes. Just here for lunch, and to unwind a bit from work, Brenda."

"Excellent idea. What will you have?"

"A drink to start," interjected Andrew.

Jason noticed that she did not like Andrew, a thing that Andrew was completely clueless about, but she was professional, "All right, what will you have?"

"Two strong Margaritas, not too sweet."

"Sounds good," confirmed Jason.

"Coming right up," she concluded, and got to work.

All right, being able to change the surroundings right. Let me see if I can materialize them. Lets try somewhere safe. Jason concentrated on a new set of clothing, shoes and all, to appear in the trunk of his car. He could see the inside of the spacious trunk, and could see the shoes, a white blazer, when Andrew's hand struck his shoulder in interruption.

"Here are you drinks!"

"Thank you."

"Yes. Thank you, babe."

Brenda rolled her eyes at Andrew's tackiness. "Will that be all Jason?"

"No. How about a dozen wings, and some French fries as well, please."

"Coming right up," and she walked way.

"Alright, when the hell did you get to become friends with the hottest bartender in town, calling each other by first name so comfortably, and got new clothes, and a cool ass ride?"

"That's a lot of questions?"

"No, it's one. So get to answering."

"It's along story."

"I got a Margarita, and soon another one to hold me through."

"Fine, but you have to be cool about it, alright."

"I'm not your best bud for nothin'. Now, stop with the damn excuses and get to it."

Jason told him an abridged version of what had happened since his trip to Cairo, mentioned the book, the ability to change his surrounding, and the car, but not the ability to influence people, the having to cum on the page to make it work, nor the effect it was having on his body. One can't give all away now!

Jason had been listening attentively, and eagerly drinking. The story was finished just as the food arrived.

"Here you go boys."

"Thanks Brenda."

"Yeah, thanks Hot-" and getting kicked under the table, "uh, a lot."

Rachel smiled, and left.

"What was that for?"

"Don't be such an ass for now," replied Jason, "give me a sec," and closing his eyes concentrated, once more, on the trunk of his car. He saw all the clothing as clearly as possible, smirking as he opened his eyes. He loudly called to the bar, "Hey Rachel, how about two more Margaritas and bring us a couple of shots of tequila, and one for yourself as well."

"What tequila?"

"The best!"

"The best? Who's paying?" Asked Andrew.

"Don't worry, pal. I got it."

"Hm, new car, new clothes, and money for good tequila."

"Yup." Jason noticed Rachel approaching and downed his Margarita.

"Here you go, honey."

"Thanks Rachel. Alright," he lifted his tequila glass, "to freedom."

"To freedom," repeated Rachel and Andrew, and down their drinks went.

"Holy shit, this is some great stuff," exclaimed Andrew, licking his lips.

"I know! That's why I ordered it."

"Where is mine," boomed a voice behind Jason. He saw Andrew's eyes widen, as he flinched. Jason did not have to turn to know who it was.

The figure walked next to the table, and in deep scowl said, "Drinking during working hours, I see."

"Terrance, what are you doing here?"

"I'm on my lunch break."

"We are not on working hours, we're on our lunch break too!"

"Shut up, Andrew. I am not addressing you yet. Unless, of course, you want me to handle things officially."

Andrew shut up.

"Come on now, Terrance. We are only unwinding a bit, and what better place than here, close to work."

"Is that your BMW parked outside?"

Shit! "Yes."

"I thought so. You have been making money elsewhere."

"Come on, Terrance is not that. We're only unwinding-"

"I heard you the first time. So, where is my shot then?"

Seriously? "Hey Brenda. How about three shots, and one for you of course."

"Of?"

"The same."

"Coming right up."

She had been ready for the request as soon as she saw Terrance walk in. And, since she had heard the conversation she was glad of it. Aside from them the bar was practically empty, so it was not so difficult an accomplishment, and she needed the clientele. Not only did she find Jason hot, and would not mind blowing him again, but he was also a good tipper. She wondered why she had not noticed him so much before.

"Hello Brenda."

"Hello Terrance, haven't seen you since last week, what happened?"

"You know, things up at the home front."

"Aha."

"All right, to prosperous employment!" exclaimed Andrew raising his glass.

"One cannot argue with that," said Terrance, and down the drinks went. "You are buying, right Jason?"

"Yup. Anything you want."

"I don't think you can afford it," then turning to Brenda, "let me have an order of wings, a Cadillac margarita, and double shot of the same, please."

"Sure thing," and off she went.

"Listen, I got you covered for the time of the lunch break," Jason told Terrance.

"Alright."

"Wait. What shit is this? You're busting our balls for drinking, and here you are doing the same?" Interjected Andrew.

"Well, since Jason here has offered to pay anything I want, I guess I should answer the question then," replied Terrance. "There was a power outage at the company, so we all have the rest of they day off."

"You manipulative piece of-"

"Shut up, Andrew! Fair enough, Terrance. And, I will keep my word. Whatever you want."

"Good. I plan to get wasted."

"What's the occasion?"

"Just to unwind."

"Alright." Brenda arrived with Terrance's order.

"Save the double. Brenda, another round of shots to sober us up," ordered Jason.

"Ha ha. Sobering up, huh? Alright, be right back."

"One for me as well," came the melodious tones of Misty. Oh, my Misty.

"It's gonna be a party," said Andrew.

Then Terrance, "And you are not dressed for it."

"Oh yeah, reminds me. Andrew, come with me real quick," said Jason, and stepping off the stool he first gave a warm, welcoming hug to Misty, asking her to sit next to him, and elbowing Andrew to avoid the comment that already seemed to be on the tip of his tongue.

Jason walked out the bar, and with Andrew headed to the car. He stopped about six feet short of it, and giving Andrew the keys, said, "Ok. Look in the trunk, and describe to me what you see. All that is there, in regards to outfit, is yours.

"Damn! Fuck describing. How 'bout I change!"

"Ok."

He did. Right there in the parking lot he took off his unstylish clothing, and change to a better looking set. He was dressed with dark blue jeans, an off-white belt, off-white shoes with brown soles, a brown, checkered shirt, white blazer, and aviator sunglasses. He looked good, and Jason felt proud of his accomplishment. He did not think it would have been so easy. He was right. When Andrew turned there were holes all over the place in the back of his clothes.

"Ok, don't move," order Jason.

"Why?"

"Don't you feel a draft?"

Andrew moved his hands to the back and exclaimed, "Oh shit," as he felt part of his ass and back of his legs exposed. "Admit it. You wanted to see my ass, didn't you?"

"Fuck you! Now, don't move."

It was not easy. In fact, it was much more difficult when looking at the clothing, than when only seeing the clothing with his mind. It drained him. After a while he completed the patches, and announced it to Andrew.

"Fuck, about time," and moved his hands all over his back area. "Seems good." He turned, and rushed to Jason, just in time to catch him. "Are you alright, bro?"

"Yeah, just got a little dizzy. Give me a second."

"Take your time."

"Alright. I think I'm ok now."

"Good, you were getting heavy."

"Whatever. Thanks though."

"Thank you for this nice clothes, and for fixing them with whatever the hell you just did."

"No problem. I think I need to test it more. And, I think I need a drink, and food."

"Let's get in there then. Don't forget about Misty!"

"Misty," and he rushed in with Andrew trailing behind.

"For a second there I thought you had left me hanging with the bill!" Said Terrance as soon as they made it back to the table.

"Nope. Here we are," replied Jason.

"Good. Rachel said you were buying drinks, so I took the liberty of ordering some for us. I had mine already, since you were gone for so long."

"Misty. Yes, uh, okay. You can get another. Then I'm going to order, 'cause I'm starving."

"You got that Rachel?" Asked Misty.

"Yup. Coming right up."

"Jeez, I'm gonna get hammered!" Said Andrew.

"You were interested in a liquid lunch," replied Jason.

Andrew looked quickly at Terrance, to remind Jason that he was there.

"I didn't hear anything," said Terrance. Andrew's face filled with relief.

Rachel returned with Misty's drink, and one for her as well. "Ok, now to what?" She blithely asked.

"To good company, and a generous man," said Misty as she touched Jason.

Jason tried hard not to blush as they toasted. Finally Jason had the chance to order. "Ok. So give me a double cheeseburger with fries, a dozen wings, and whatever Andrew and Misty want."

"You seem hungry."

"Yes, Misty. I am. Oh, and Brenda, as soon as possible please."

"Ok. Then let me run this order to the kitchen, and then I'll come to take the order of you two, is that okay?"

"Sure, why not?" Replied Andrew, as Misty nodded assent.

"And Jason. Sorry I did not bring your wings right away. I'll bring them out together okay?"

"Sure."

Off she went. Shortly after she came back to take the others' orders, and a little after that she was back with Jason's food, which came quite quick.

"Enjoy," said Terrance.

"I will. So do you," and Jason dug in with gusto.

Jason happily ate the food while thinking of how to improve this newfound talent. He wondered if he would be able to alter only items that he created, or others as well. He was tempted to try and make the front of Misty's blouse and bra disappear, but did not want to embarrass her, and, in all honesty, he wanted her all for himself. All was based on assumption, and he needed to test his theories to see what was possible. Maybe he could only create, and not the opposite.

The dream was also in his mind, and he had to figure out what had happen. He was still sure he had sex with Abby, and although it was very hot, it was still in a dream, and his hand had been bleeding from the thorns that came out of her hair. Is this what the book meant about "at times insane"? There has to be a way. He was interrupted.

"You must be hungry. You haven't said a word, and are eating as if you haven't in days," Misty said as she picked on what appeared to be a chicken salad.

"Sorry, Misty. I was lost in thought."

"No need to apologize."

Jason was surprised to see that his food was almost gone and said, "and I was famished. I didn't even know I was so hungry."

"So, what's with the new threads," Terrance asked Andrew.

"Jason gave them to me," was his nonchalant reply.

"Jason huh."

"It was a birthday gift!" Interjected Jason.

"It's your birthday?" Followed Misty.

"Nope. Wait. Does that mean you're not giving me anything on my actual birthday?"

"Maybe," replied Jason.

"I'll be the first to say that it makes you look better. Not so immature," said Terrance.

"Thanks for the compliment."

"He's right," chimed Rachel as she stepped between them. "You do look better."

"Ah. You like me, huh toots?"

"If we could only change this dumb lines you come up with," she replied and laughed. It did not go unnoticed that both Andrew and Terrance had wrapped an arm around her waist, and the manner with which they looked at her showed clear arousal. Jason wondered if it was the alcohol, or if it was his influence. He had the idea that it would be hot to see Rachel being double-teamed.

"I'll bet you ten-times being late that if I buy Rachel another drink I can get her to blow you," he whispered to Terrance.

"Deal! And if you lose, you'll have to provide ten more lunches like this at my desire."

"Hey Rachel, how about another drink."

"Off the same?"

"Yes. And for you too, of course."

Andrew grunted as she left, and threw him a mean look. Jason did not want to speak of his plan so he projected the word Patience to Andrew. Andrew's reaction was priceless as he clearly "heard" what Jason had said, and looked at Jason surprised. Jason winked, and, in turn, Andrew grinned.

His next task was assuring that no one would come in. He concentrated on the signs, adding the words "will be closed for the next half hour." He realized that Rachel was taken longer than usual, and noticed she was talking on the phone. He concentrated on her, and could feel her hand playing with her pussy, as her lower half was hidden from view. He implanted a vision of her happily blowing Terrance while Andrew played with her ass.

Jason was surprised by Misty's soft voice, and warm breath meeting his ear as she quietly asked, "What are you doing?"

Turning to her he came to being millimeters from her lips, and was strongly inspired to kiss her, but he needed to win this bet, and he knew that if he kissed Misty he would lose all concentration. Instead, he went around her gorgeous face, and slowly moved to her ear as he felt her soft cheek sliding against his, while his arm went around her waist. It was an odd angle, since they were sitting, but what the heck. "Just seeing what will develop. Do you enjoy shows?"

"Yes. But, what do you mean?"

"You will see. I think we will be getting one."

Rachel came back with the drinks and in a slight slur said, "to what?"

"To sexual pleasure," said Jason.

"Oh, I second that," was Andrew's agreement, also in a slight slur.

"Me too," said Terrance.

"Alright," said Misty. Their glasses clinked, and down the liquid went.

Jason was suddenly concerned that perhaps they were to drunk to be able to perform, and he did not want that. So, another test was going to be trying to see if the could get them to sober up just a bit. It was tricky, because too much would be the end of the fun. His solution was to make each of them feel awake and more in control, but equally sexually aroused.

Rachel was on the same spot she was before, standing proudly between the two men, with their arms around her waist, caressing her sides insinuatingly.

"You do look good with the new clothes. You may want to consider changing your wardrobe," she addressed Andrew.

"Thanks. How do I look?"

"Hot!"

"And how do I look?" Asked Terrance.

"Hot as well!"

"Why don't you show him how hot you find them?" suggested Jason.

"Alright," she said, and bending forward kissed Terrance square on the lips. The kiss quickly gained depth, and pretty soon one could see the battle their tongues were waging.

Brenda's hands went to the front of Terrace pants, grabbing what seemed to be a very ready Terrance. Andrew ravaged her with his eyes, his hands on his knees. Brenda finally broke the kiss, and turning her attention to Andrew said, "Are you going to use your hands, or are you going to stare at me the whole day?"

Andrew did not need further prompting. His hands quickly were on her body, grabbing and spanking her ass through her clothing, and playing with her large breasts.

"Put me in your mouth," order Terrance.

"No. I only want to play," replied Brenda. "Besides, you're married." A moan escaped her lips as she felt Andrew twirl her nipples in his finger. Terrance took her open mouth to continue to passionately kiss her, while Andrew lifted her skirt, pushing a hand in her panties to play with her swelling clit.

Jason had notice the quick disappointment Terrance had shown before continuing to kiss her, and noticed as well that he was not doing anything about it, but instead was undoing the blouse. He thought prodding would be required. He concentrated on Terrance, and attempted to project and action of lowering his zipper and releasing his cock.

Terrance did that as soon as Brenda's tits were free from the front-clasping bra. He lowered his mouth to one tit while his hands when to his zipper to release his engorged member. Once it was free, he went back to caressing the large breasts he so pleasantly sucked.

Andrew had her slightly bent over, her panties were around her ankles now, and he finger-fucked her from behind, ensuing delightful moans from Brenda.

Terrance went back to kissing her, and moved her hands to his dick. She moaned at the feel of the warm flesh in her hands. It was think, and she traced the large vein with her index finger. She really wanted a taste. Besides, blowing was not cheating, right?

Jason saw the decision in Brenda as she lowered her head, and smirked. He was going to win.

Terrance released a pleased moan as soon as Brenda's mouth wrapped around his mushroom head. He enjoyed the light sucking, but wanted more, and placing a hand on the back of her head encouraged it.

Since she was bent over, and ass high in the air, Andrew took advantage, alternating from dry humping her, to finger fucking her with two fingers.

Brenda came up for breath and ordered, "Put that cock in my pussy!"

"Do you have a condom, Jason?"

"It's alright. I'm clean and on the pill. Just fuck me damn it!"

Andrew obliged, and unbuckled his pants as she continued to blow Terrance. Andrew aimed his readied member to the entrance of her juicy pussy, and in one fluid motion buried himself balls deep, causing her to deep throat Terrance.

A moaned escaped all of them.

Andrew did not waste time, quickly fucking her in long, deep, strong, and fast strokes, occasionally spanking her round ass as it deliciously shook with his thrusts.

Terrance's loved the way she was now blowing him. Most of the time taking him all the way down her throat, and sucking hard. He was getting close to cumming. He thought he should warn her, but thought, fuck it, "who knows when I will get this chance again?" His hand was on the back of her head, encouraging the sucking, and increasing the tempo, while the other was on one of the swinging breasts.

Andrew was also being dragged to the edge by the hot tunnel he was plunging into. He would not last much longer, and said so while continually spanking her rippling ass. "I'm going to cum! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Andrew increased the tempo, his cock almost a blur as he fucked her.

Terrance did not saying anything, but Brenda felt the swelling of his head, and was going to back off when she felt his hand pushing her all the way down, giving her just a chance to take a deep breath and holding it, before he started shooting down her throat. It was difficult, as she was also experiencing her own orgasm.

Terrance's hand finally relented, and she came up slightly sucking on the head, and moaning around it as Andrew came down from his orgasm. He came out with a pop.

Brenda release Terrance, and when she stood up right she slapped him on the arm saying, "I wasn't going to swallow you asshole!"

"Sorry Brenda. You felt so good I could not control myself."

"Right."

"That was hot!" Said both Misty and Jason. They had kissed a couple of times, but somehow had managed to keep their hands to themselves, and enjoyed the show.

"Are you done yet? Customers are awaiting for you to open the door," said the cook from behind the bar.

"Oh shit. Yes!" Answered a startle Brenda, as she rearranged herself as quickly as possible.




The Book of Carnal Ch. 03



Terrance and Andrew quickly shoved themselves inside their pants, and continue with their drinks, and what was now a cold meal.

"Ok. You win," said Terrance with a beaming smile.

"Win what?" Asked Misty.

"Nothing," replied Jason.

"Hmm. But..." Jason cut her off with a kiss.

"Nothing."

"Okay."

The bar quickly filled up with many coworkers, and Terrance said his goodbyes, and went to join some of his friends, mostly supervisors, that were playing pool. It was too crowded for Jason now, and he was not in the mood for it as he was the day prior. He wanted to go. And, he wanted to experiment. And, he wanted Misty.

"Ready to go," said Andrew, noticing it.

"Yeah. I think so."

"Oh," said Misty.

"You want me to say?"

"Not if you don't want to, but I thought..." she did not finished her sentence.

Jason stoop up and took her in his arms, pressing her to him, enjoying the way her breasts pressed against his chest, and talking in her ear said, "There are some things I need to take care of now. But, I will call you in the evening and we will meet at your place and continue where we left off. But, I want a favor."

"What?"

"Do not masturbate."

"But, but. Ok, fine. Don't forget then."

"Never!"

Then blushing, "I want you."

"So do I Misty."

They did not kiss. Jason felt awkward with all the attention the coworkers were giving them. "Come on. Lets go have a last shot before going," he said addressing both Misty and Andrew. He went to the bar, and Brenda went to him. "Three more shots of the same, and close us out will you," he ordered as he gave her the card.

"Okay."

She brought the shots, and the receipt for him to sing. He tipped her 100 percent.

"Oh, Thank You!"

"Your welcome. You're an excellent bartender!"

"To good times," said Andrew as he looked at her and drank the shot.

"To tonight," said Jason as he slowly became trapped in Misty's eyes.

"To tonight," and down the liquid went.

"Lets go Andrew."

"Alright."

"I'm leaving as well," said Misty. "Gotta go take care of some things," she winked.

"Okay," said Jason. He felt a little drunk, and remembering the trick from yesterday he forced himself to focus. It worked. He immediately felt in full control of himself. All three walked out together. And as they headed toward his car, he became worried about Misty and her ability to drive. He handed the keys to Andrew and said, "I'm driving, but I'll be right there."

"Okay," and Andrew, and jovially walked to the car, while Misty and Jason walked to hers side by side.

"Are you okay to drive?"

"Oh, so caring. I think so. I feel a little buzzed."

"I'll bet you I can make it go away, so that you wont feel it until you arrive home."

"What's the bet?"

"If I win you will do whatever I say tonight."

"And if not?"

"I do whatever you say."

"How do you know if you win?"

"I will trust you."

"Okay. How wil..."

Jason took her in his arms and passionately kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her toward him, and pushing her against the driver-side door, to grind his rigid dick again her skirt-clad pussy. He loved the way Misty moaned into his mouth while he devoured her. During the kiss he had to concentrate on planting a suggestion to Misty that she was no longer drunk, and she will not feel the effects of the alcohol again until she heard the door of her apartment close behind her. He decided to go a step further and suggesting that she will be horny for him the whole day, and her pussy will be trembling with need.

He broke the kiss.

Misty cought her breath, and finally said, "Well, that seemed to work." Her face was red with heat.

"Now remember," and he order, "don't come without me."

"Ok. Until soon."

"Until soon," and he left in brisk step to his car.

"Alright Andrew, time for testing!"

"I don't know what you mean, but I'm in."

Jason put his car in drive, and sped away.



The Book of Carnal Ch. 04



Dear Readers, 

Here is the next Chapter. Sorry about the name mix-up on the previous Chapter. The name of the Bartender is Brenda, and not Rachael. 

Still looking for an editor!

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Ch. 4

Jason drove with confidence. He remembered a sinewy road near the bar, and headed there with intentions on checking the cars ability. However, he was not experience with racing, so he pushed it as far as he thought it was safe, then again, 'safe' was pretty fast. Although, Andrew encouraged doing it with "more balls fucker!" 

The car handled remarkably well. Maybe he could teach himself how to drive like an expert with his newfound power. Perhaps. What he needed to do was to continue with the testing, and he wished to do it alone. Andrew was a great friend, but he felt that right now he would just be a distraction. 

"Alright, should I drop you off at work so you can get your car?"

"Yes, but why now? I thought we were going do some 'testing.'"

"It's gonna be boring the first few times. I can pick you up later, maybe. Besides, by then you'll sober up a bit."

"Alright, then," Andrew dejectedly gave in. "How did you get so sober?"

"I dunno."

"You don't want to tell me."

Jason did not answer, but instead headed in the direction of Andrew their work. 

"Don't get a DUI!"

"I wont," Andrew said confidently. He was 5 minutes away from work so it was not such a big deal. 

Jason drove to his place once out of the car, deciding that that was the safest place to do his testing in secret, and with minimal interruption. He did not understand why it was easier to make something appear in his mind then when he was looking directly at it, like it had been with Andrew's clothing. That was just the beginning of what he wanted to figure out. 

He entered his apartment, looked it, went to his night desk, opened his secret compartment to be sure the book was still there, went to get a glass of water, then sat on the couch, coffee in front. He wanted to start with something easy so he closed his eyes, and materialized a brown No. 2 pencil. "Ok. That was not so difficult," but when he looked at the side that was touching the coffee table, it was incomplete. He decided that he needed to visualize the pencil on 3D. Okay. But, first he wanted to make it disappear. He closed his eyes, and willed that to take place, and opened them, but nothing. Then he looked at it, and attempted it again, putting his energy on making it disappear. He was encouraged when he was able to do it, the pencil completely gone, but felt strong vertigo immediately after completion, causing him to lean back on the couch. 

"Maybe I am starting to fast. How about something else?"

He looked at his curtains and decided to add a pattern of a sun to one, and a pattern of a moon to the other, the added the word "tomorrow" to them. That worked, with his eyes open, and it was not so draining. Then, Jason decided to see if he could make the dishes on his dinning table invisible. He concentrated on that, and realized as well that it was not as difficult as what he had done with the pencil, and did not leave him as drained. It still took time to accomplish, but he figured it would get faster with practice. 

He looked back at the curtains and notice the words had faded, and deciding to wait he observed what happened. He noticed that after about thirty minutes the sun and moon had complete faded, and the dishes were becoming visible again. Ok. So, this is temporary. I got lucky with the sign at the bar then! How did I manage to get her to cum her office, though? That must be easier. Clearly! I'll have to test that with Andrew when I pick him up. Or, with Misty. No, I know I'll win the bet, and that will be much more fun. 

He looked at the coffee table, and the pencil was nowhere in sight. Good! So he could reverse the effect of his creation. 

"There has to be a way to make the effects last longer than roughly thirty minutes, though! Maybe I should read the book again, or?" He stopped in front of his bed. He wondered what the name of the lady was that had given him his first quasy-lesson. A name appeared in his mind, "Miranda." He spoke, "Mistress Miranda, I need your guidance." Nothing. He took the book out of its hiding place, and repeated the words. There was a flash of light blinding him. When he was able to readjust, she was floating in the middle of the bed, in a sheer white gown, looking as beautiful as ever. 

"Yes, young one, what may I do for you?"

Sex came immediately into his mind, as just looking at her made his blood boil. It did not help that it was evident that underneath the shear with nightgown, she wore a full-body fishnet stocking that wrapped nicely around her, and nothing else. He made a mental note to bring something similar for Misty tonight. He knew she would look delicious, at the very least, with such garments on her. 

"Young one? 

Jason realized he was staring, and clearly heard the amusement in her voice. Centering his mind on his purpose for calling her, he asked, "I wished to know how to extend the time of my modifications. Why do they only last around 30 minutes?"

"First, because you are not truly focusing yourself. You must practice more to get that power to become stronger, and your concentration must remain on the action, or the appeared item for it to last. If it is multiple things, then, part of your attention must remain on them. Once you skillful, you will focus on them automatically."

He was surprised when she disappeared, but loudly gulped when she reappeared, as now she was standing in front of him, her breasts just touching his covered chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. With dry mouth he asked, "And second?" 

"If the modifications are charged by sexual energy, or for the purpose of lustful pleasure they will last for a longer period, usually indeterminately so, until you decide to change it, as you did in the bar."

"Wh-why can't-t I disintegrate, um, items that are not created by me," Jason stuttered, feeling her hands going around his neck, and slowly pulling him toward her, as if going for a kiss.

"Because you have not become proficient enough in the power you now have. Only when you have shown you are proficient in this power, will you be able to evolve and learn the others," and Miranda brought his lips to him.

Jason's mind drew a blank as the searing kiss made him vibrate from top to bottom. He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against him, enjoying her soft lips, invading tongue, and the silky material she wore. 

"Do you want me, Jason?"

"Y-yes-s."

"Do I make you nervous, Jason?"

"Y-yes-s."

"Say 'yes Mistress Miranda.'"

"Yes, Mistress Miranda."

"What would you like?"

Jason blushed intensely. He knew exactly what he wanted, but he could not express it, not that it made much sense as they already had fucked each other silly before, and he was quite sure she was the one that had wrapped her mouth around him earlier that morning. 

"Um..."

"Tell me, young one. Be brave."

"I want your breasts to be exposed."

"So, do it, expose them."

Jason moved his hands, but she stopped him with the lift of a finger. 

"Do so without touching me."

Jason nodded his understanding, and took a step back, attempting to concentrate. She really did make is blood boil, and she was so beautiful that he could easily just stare at her all day, without doing anything, but he wanted to improve.

He looked at her gown, and concentrated on making the floating layer of cloth, which did a poor job at covering her breasts, disappear. He did not want the whole front to disappear, but just the section between her neck, and the bottom of her breasts, and the sides, leaving a thin layer at the top. He was surprised how easy it was, and then he went for the fishnet section, making it disappear, but leaving one of the holes of the net around each breast, the white string framing each nicely. The effect was quite hot. 

She looked so sensual, and now completely sexual. Jason gained confidence, and, with a speed that surprised even him, attacked her breasts, attaching his mouth to one of her large pink nipples. He was in heaven, as he enjoyed their fleshy, soft quality. Once he was done with the left nipple, he paid the same attention to the right one, but not before sticking his head in between, and thoroughly enjoying being surrounded by her wonderful breast. 

It felt nice the way she ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled, his hands roaming her back, ending on her round ass, kneading it greedily. He pushed her back, toward the bed, then lifting her, he threw her back, having her land in the middle of the soft covers, then scrabbled up to attach himself to her breasts again. 

She smiled at his eagerness, taking great pleasure in his attentions, and said, "I want you to look around, and fill this room with patterns and words, to make all the furniture in this room disappear, and to disintegrate the light fixture, replacing it with a nice looking, small chandelier of silver." 

Jason reluctantly relented his suckling to lift his head and concentrate again. He concentrated. 

"Stop. I want all of it at the same time, Jason. Then I want you to fuck me. If you cannot achieve this, I will disappear, and come back when you are better practiced."

Jason was surprised. It had not been too difficult to add the patterns to his curtains and make the dishes disappear, but that did not mean it had been easy. It was still difficult, but more like a lesser boss. Now he felt he was facing the boss of the first level, and he had to win, because he really wanted to bury his prick in her moist depths, and see those breasts sway with his thrusts. He closed his eyes. 

"With your eyes open."

"But, it is much more difficult then."

"Indeed, young one. But, it is the only way it is complete, and much more powerful. Eventually you will be able to do the same with your eyes closed, but not now."

He remembered she had said that it was stronger when focused on sexual energy, or for a sexual purpose, so he thought it would be cool to fuck her, on an invisible bed, and have all sorts of positions spread on the curtain, and words of desire on the walls, and ceiling, and he figured he'd might as well create a chandelier with three figures: Two women being please by one men at the same time, while kissing each other. Soon, he wanted to see it. He took a deep breath, concentration all his attention on the action, fixing his eyes on a spot on the head of the bed; he looked inside and visualized how the room would look once it was done. He felt a heat concentrating with-in him and beginning to spread, growing with intensity as the image became stronger, and clearer. 

His body tensed up at the intensity of the heat, and he began to sweat, as he formed the image in his inner mind. When the feeling became almost too much to take, he released his tension, and with it the energy that had accumulated in his body. 

There was a similar flash as the one that had occurred when Miranda appeared, and suddenly they were laying on an invisible bed, the night desks and lamps were gone, the curtain, had pictures that seemed to come from Kama Sutra, to say the least, words as 'lust,' 'sex,' 'cum,' 'penetration,' 'devotion' and others covered the walls and ceiling, and the chandelier was marvelous. 

He felt dizzy, and a bit exhausted, but as his eyes caught sight of his work, he smiled. He moved to the side of her to be able to examine all properly. 

"Good job, young one."

"Thank you."

"All others before you, with the exception of The Mistress, failed this test."

Jason was surprised, and almost glowed with pride at her words. 

"Then again, The Mistress made a whole pyramid disappear while she fucked the pharaoh on thin air, and made the Sphinx masturbate," she recalled merrily. "And now, for your reward." She snapped a finger and he was butt naked, and laying a top. She still wore her clothes, he breasts still exposed in the manner he had wanted them, but the gown was split at the bottom and laying on the sides of her legs, the area around her pussy was no longer covered by the fishnet, if it had been covered at all.

"I'm thirsty Mistress Miranda," he said, and moved down on the bed, lowering his mouth to her wet snatch. 

Her taste was delicious. He did not have a chance taste her the last time they were together, and so he was curiously exploring with his tongue, licking hear and there, causing delightful moans to escape Miranda's lips. He did not have much experience either, so he allowed himself to be guided purely by Miranda's reactions. 

He did not know how long he had been between her legs, licking and swallowing all he could, before she finally erupted. It was another moment of pride, as the orgasm seemed to last quite a while, and he didn't stop attacking her sensitive knob. 

Jason lifted himself, positioning himself for penetration, his chest just over her heaving breasts. He decided to wait for Miranda's eyes to focus before he began, and took the time to take in the beauty of her, and how her skin seemed to glow with the pleasure she had just received. 

Wishing to go slow, and enjoy the moment Jason entered her slowly, but Miranda had other ideas. He wrapped her legs around him, and pulled him in, Jason sinking balls deep into her juicy pussy, both moaning simultaneously at the delightful sensation. 

"Fuck me Jason, claim your reward."

Jason did. He lifted himself higher, and placing one of her legs over his shoulder, he proceeded to pound her with fast, strong strokes. The erratic movements of her breasts hypnotized him, and the moans that escaped Miranda's mouth were music to his ears, and well as encouragement. The clenching of her pussy around his cock felt sensational, and he could feel the bouncing of his balls on her ass. 

Miranda pulled him in for another kiss, and they tongue-battled without losing pace of their rutting. Time flew, and eventually Jason had both of Miranda's legs on her shoulders, and kneeling up straight, so Miranda's ass was lifted from the bed, and her breasts rocking even more so with this different position. She had gone through a number of small orgasms, but was soon reaching the big one, and she became vocal about it. 

"Oh yes Jason. Fuck me like that. Harder. I'm going to come all over you strong cock, so keep it up."

Jason was having difficulty, because he was there as well, and did not want to come before her. He willed himself to control his orgasm, but did not slow down one bit. 

"Yes! Y-yyyyeessss!" Cried Miranda, and close behind was Jason's exclamation. 

"Ahhh!" He unleash rope after rope of cum inside Miranda, finally collapsing a top of her, both attempting to catch their ragged breath. 

Jason realized the sun had set, and came to the surprised conclusion that they had fucked for about 3 hours. He flopped to the side of her, with eyes closed, caressing her soft breasts, and occasionally going to her fishnet-covered stomach. 

"Open you eyes young one."

He did, and was once against surprise that all the words on the wall were still there, as well as the pattern on the curtains, and, when he looked around, confirmed that all the furniture was still invisible, and the chandelier looked even better now than before. 

"The room will stay like this for a few more days if you wish it, or may even stay like that indefinitely, until you change it. When your power is charged by a form of sexual energy it is always more powerful. It also increases in power the more you use it, so keep that in mind."

"Thank you for the lesson, Mistress Miranda."

"Anytime young one. Don't forget I am available for you whenever you want."

"I wont Mistress Miranda."

"Ok. I will let you be so you can get ready for your date with Misty."

Jason was surprised, "how did you..."

"I can read your mind, remember? We will try this lesson next time. Practice some so I don't have to start from the beginning, and instead can help you improve."

"Yes Mistress."

"Good," and poof, she was gone. 

Jason got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to wash off the sweat, and the juices that clung to his deflated penis. While in the shower he decided that he needed to move. He wanted a bigger place, with a better shower, maybe a Jacuzzi tub. Yes, the furniture was much better, but the size was no longer appropriate. He figured he was going to search, and check what the deal was with his money. He had spent lots recently, on drinks, and his card was not declined. 

After the shower he went back to room to dress, and did a double take as he noticed his bed missing. He remembered he had made it invisible. "Fuck that's weird!" Selecting black slacks, black blazer, and red and white stripped shirt, he threw these on the bed, and still half expected them to fall to the floor. He could not contain a chuckle, as they just seemed to be suspended in thin air. He got underwear, but, deciding to go commando, placed it back, and got his socks instead. Jason decided to leave the room how it was, and see how long the enchantment lasted. 

Dressed he went to his computer, and logged in to his bank account, and nearly fainted as the saw it close to being 7 figures. "What the fuck!" He half expected the police, or FBI, or whomever may be in charge of this to slam in to his apartment, arresting him for theft, or something of the nature. Then he logged on to his credit card, seeing a limit of 100 thousand. 

"Okay. So, I guess we are going to dinner first then, and maybe shopping. Fuck it then. I'm going to buy a loft tomorrow!"

Jason took his cell phone and called Misty.

"Hello."

"Hey Misty, it's Jason."

"Oh, hello stranger."

"So, did I win?"

"Um..."

"No cheating."

"Fine. You won."

"Good. Give me a second." Jason thought of how great Misty would look in the gown Miranda was wearing, and how he could fuck her silly in that, and then he imagined the front of Misty's door, and two boxes with clothes and shoes in them. He assured that he imagined them complete, front and back, and decided to trust himself.

"Okay. Go to your front door, put on what is in the boxes that are on the floor, and only that. I hope you didn't eat, as we are going out to dinner."

"Oh. Okay."

"See you soon. I'll be there in thirty."

"See you soon."

Jason dumped the cell phone in his pocket, got his car keys, and headed out the door whistling. Once in the car, he set it on drive, and drove away, still surprised at how great the car was, and how comfortable it felt. Wondering if he could modify it further, he started to concentrate, but decided against it, since as it was now it was perfect, and he needed to learn more anyway. Not to kill himself if he made a mistake in the alteration. 

Wanting to bring Misty a gift, he pulled over, and imagined a bracelet and necklace, but once again decided against it, because since he could not really denote a sexual purpose he didn't want them to disappear, or anything embarrassing like that. Then he thought, I got the money, might as well buy them! 

Jason headed to a well know jewelry store in the center of town that was usually frequented by the upper class. He had seen it, but had never entered. He parked valley, and took out the first bill that was in his wallet giving it to the man. It was a $100 bill, and from what it seemed, there was plenty more where that came from. The valley was very happy, promising that he would take good care of the car, and opened the door for him when he entered the Jewelry shop. 

He headed for the rubies and picked out a Pigeon Blood ruby bracelet, a necklace of the same, and then bought a watch with the same rubies for him, and an index-finger ring as well. 




The Book of Carnal Ch. 04



The lady behind the counter looked at him up and down, doubting that he would be able to pay for his selections, but Jason paid no mind. He was under time constrains wishing to spend no longer than was necessary. $50,000 later he was out the store and on his way to Misty's. 

Nerves nagged at him as he walked to the front door of her apartment. He liked her very much, loved her, acutally, and he wanted for this to be as good an evening as he could make it. 

He rang the doorbell. "I'm coming," said a melodious voice, and the door opened. The only reason his jaw did not drop to the floor was because it was connected to his face. She looked gorgeous, even more so than Miranda. The shapeliness of her body looked soft, and sensual as the gown clung to her curves in way in which Jason hoped to be doing as well, later. The white stilettos gave her an extra inch in height, and the decorté showed ample cleavage, but not indecent. He could just make out the fishnet underneath, as the gown was not as sheer as what Miranda had been wearing, but that was perfect for him. He loved the allure. 

"Wow. Simply gorgeous."

"Thank you," answered a blushing Misty. "Let me get a coat," and she walked back in. 

Jason followed, and quickly spotted a mirror in the hallway, and closing the door said, "No need. It will be warm. Come," as he pulled her in front of him, both facing the mirror. "I got you something." 

With trembling hands he took the necklace out of his pants pocket, placing it around Misty's neck. He controlled his hands that really wanted to just drop the ruby in her cleavage, and abuse her tantalizing bosom. He noticed Misty's eyes widen at what she saw. The gem was gorgeous, settling nicely at the beginning of cleavage, as if the gem was the entrance to Elysium. The deep red of the gem contrasted nicely with the white of the gown. 

Misty was speechless, and all she did in response was to turn, and lean toward him. 

Jason understood the cue, and taking her in his arms, kissed her with tender passion that promised more, but offered respect. The kiss was completely different from the one at the bar. This kiss was made Jason's heart race, his blood boil, and soothed his being. It strengthened him in a way he was not expecting. He wondered if she felt the same. He thought about trying to read her mind, but found the answer when he looked into her lovely hazel eyes. It was a devotion he was not expecting, and he doubted it had all to do with the ruby. 

"Shall we?" He asked. 

"Yes." 

He led the way, and waited for her to lock the door of her apartment, giving him the keys. Once at the car he opened the door for her, placing her keys in the glove compartment, kissing her once more, then went to her side of the car, and climbed in. 

"I can't believed how sexy this car is," she said as they drove to their destination. 

"You think so?"

"Yes. It is a man's car, but it is a hunk."

"Am I a hunk?" He almost did not want to hear the answer, being worried that it would disappoint him, but it was to late to take it back. 

"You are a beast-hunk."

"You think so, huh?"

"I know so."

"How?"

"I can feel it."

"Oh." 

She surprised him by placing a hand on his leg. His heart beat increasing. 

"I can feel it. Yes, I can. So, where are we headed?"

"First to get you something, just in case you get cold."

"I thought you said it would be warm?"


"I did. And it should be, but I wanted to get you something different than just any coat."

She understood when she saw the name of the store they were parking in front of. But, she still doubted. Maybe he was going to park here, but shop elsewhere. Nope. He was paying the valet. As she exited the car, she assumed Jason had been generous from the way the valet was animatedly talking to him. 

Taking her hand he pulled her toward the entrance. "Come on."

"Jason, are you sure?"

"Positive. I thought you said you could feel it?"

She followed his lead. The attendant greeted them politely, asking if she could be of help. Jason looked at Misty, and saw that she was looking at something attentively. Following her gaze he said, "No. We just found it." Jason walked to where Misty had been looking, and grabbed it from the display. It was close to a shawl. It was white, as the dress, but with a ruby red trimming all along the edge, and two matching red buttons. The material was soft, and breathed well, perfect for their evening. 

"Jason?"

"Shh," he quieted her, as he draped it around her. It was perfect. 'How could someone be more beautiful?' he asked himself as he looked at her. Giving the attendant the credit card he said, "We'll take."

"Oh. Ok." She looked at him suspiciously, but went to charge the card. Her attitude was quite different when she returned. She was expecting some form of a reaction when he saw the $8,000 figure on the receipt, but he didn't even flinch. Right then and there she memorized his features, placing him in the "Very Valued Customers" section of her mind. 

"Thank you, Jason."

"You are welcome. Come," and taking her by the hand he led her out, and into the car. 

They pulled in front of Jakes.

"We are eating here?"

"Yes. You don't like it?"

"It's not that. Did you make a reservation?"

"Nope."

"Usually it is impossible to eat here without a reservation. I've never been so lucky."

"I'm stubborn," he assured her as he stepped out the car, and gave the keys to the valet. The valet reacted the same as the other one was, but Jason pay him no mind. He was getting used it. And, finally being out with his dream girl took all his attention, and reservations about spending. Besides, its not like he could not afford it, and Misty was, to him, totally worth this, and more. 

The front door was opened for them, and the hostess gave them a beaming smile, "Hello madam! Hello sir! Do you have a reservation?"

"No, we do not, um, Jenifer, it was a spur of the moment. Do you think you might be able to accommodate us?"

"I don't think so sir, we are full." The phone rang. "One moment. Jake's, how may I help you? Oh. Yes. Very well. Thank you for informing us." And to Jason, "Well sir, yes we can. We just had a cancelation."

"Must be our lucky evening."

"Must be. Follow me please."

She led them through the restaurant, and up a flight of stairs. It seemed the cancelation was on the higher end of the scale as the room they were in consisted of five tables in total. It's own bar, and live piano accompaniment were also present, and what looked liked original Stein, Botero, and Kahlo paintings. Or, at least a whispering and impressed Misty told him, once they were on their table. 

"Wow, this place is wonderful. And, the pianist is very good, making Beethoven sound like a walk in the park."

Jason smiled at her happily. 

"What's so funny?"

"Not funny. You are so lovely with your excitement, that you make me smile."

She blushed.

"And so lovely when you blush!"

"Stop it."

He placed a hand on her cheek, and pulling closer to him he said, "but you are," and did his best to give her a toe curling kiss. 

Misty inhaled deeply once he broke the kiss, finding it difficult to catch her breath, and Jason was right there with her. At this moment the waiter appeared. 

"Welcome to Jake's! My name is Taylor, and I will be serving you this evening. Is this your first time here?" 

"Yes it is Taylor."

"Wonderful, and thank you for choosing us as a apart of your evening. May I start you of with something to drink?"

"What do you have for champagne?"

"We have a fine selection. Our most popular is Dom Perignon," then in a whisper, "but honestly, we have much finer champagne for just a little more." 

"Okay. You seem to know what you are talking about. Brings us the best. I'll trust you with your decision."

"Coming right up," and he walked off. 

"Jason, you are going to spoil me."

"Yes, and you are totally worth it."

"Okay, okay. So, what's the occasion?" 

"You eyes."

"Since when did you become such a sweet talker?"

"Since you kissed me. Quick, kiss me again so that I whet my skill."

She laughed, but leaned in to do so. Misty was getting wet with all the attention. Not only was he treating her like a princess, but every kiss made her pussy tingle with excitement. 

The champagne arrived, and Taylor poured it after placing a flute in front of each. "Do you need a few more minutes to order?"

"Yes Taylor," Jason answered. 

"Very well," and walked off leaving the champagne in an ice bucket. 

"To your eyes," offered Jason. 

"To yours" replied Misty, and they drank their champagne. 

The bubbly liquid was delightful, and really very good. He had never tried Dom Perignon, but he decided that this was significantly better. As if his thoughts were on his face Misty said, "It is better than Dom Perignon. Much better. I've only tried the other once, by luck, but it is no comparison."

"Good. I had nothing to compare it to." Then standing up, "One second."

He walked toward Taylor asking where the bathroom was. He really wanted the room for themselves, and decided to give the guests, that were on the four other tables of the room, very strong feeling of lust, and images of such as well, resulting in their bodily reactions of hardening of dicks, and damping of pussies. Implanting in them the idea that it would be nice to leave, and take care of their desires in the confines of their home. When he walked back in he noticed almost all the guests had already left, only the last couple talking to Taylor as they were paying the bill. 

Taylor did not look too happy, but being a professional, complied. 

Misty looked around at the commotion, but just shrugged her shoulders and continued with her champagne. 

Once the last one had left Taylor came to Jason sporting a worried look, "Do you wish to pay, and leave as well?"

"Why would I want to do something so silly, Taylor?"

"Oh, I'm sorry sir," now being worried that he could have insulted the last person that could earn him a good tip.

"It's okay. Tell me. Will we have this room to ourselves now that so many guests have gone."

"Probably yes, since we have a reservation, but if the people downstairs wish it, they will put someone up here."

"How can I insure that this room remains as it is now?" 

"You can book it now that it is empty. The cost is $2,000."

"Okay. Do it."

"Oh, okay. Yes, sir. Do you wish the pianist to stay?"

"Yes. Ask him to play Waltzes as well." 

"Very well, sir," and he left with a gait in his step. 

Jason walked up behind Misty, moving her long hair to one side, and kissing her neck, the other hand being at the front of her neck. Then aiming perfectly into the cleavage he released the bracelet, watching as if felt deeply into it, "Oops." 

Misty jumped in surprise, and the feeling of it. Before she could look down, Jason lifted her head, and kissed her. "Another gift."

"Jason. You are really spoiling me."

He only smiled as he went to take his seat. He could see Misty's situation. She could not simply reach in there and take it out; because the dress was tight, and she thought her hand would not fit. Although, that was not the real reason, as her hand would fit. It would look ugly having her own hand digging in her cleavage. She thought she could feel it stuck on the fishnet. She did not know how she could feel that, but she was almost certain. She went to get up, when Jason asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to relieve myself of this situation."

"Nope. You can go relieve yourself, but that bracelet has to come out in front of my eyes."

"But, Jason..."

"Who won the bet?"

"Fine," and she headed for the restroom. 

Jason's eyes were glued to her swaying ass as she walked away. Her whole figure was divine. 

Taylor approached him, "May I take your order, sir?"

"Yes. Two filet mignon's with a green salad, and the house dressing. And an order of oysters, please." 

"How would you like those cooked?"

"Almost medium rare," Misty answered from behind him. 'How did she know what I ordered?' wandered Jason. 

"Very well. Is this atmosphere more to your liking, sir?"

"Yes. It is."

"Did you have anything to do with all the customers leaving?" Misty asked once Taylor was gone.

"No. Did you cheat?"

"No. But, I think I figured out a way." Misty hooked her finger on the top of the gown, and pulled down, increasing the cleavage, and further exposing her large breasts. She had it down far enough so that Jason could just make out the beginning of her areolas, and could not look away from them. 

"Do you like what you see?" Misty asked teasingly. 

Jason could only nod, his mouth being to dry to manage sound. 

Using her free hand, she grabbed hold of the end of the bracelet and pulled it out slowly, teasing Jason further, and enjoying the cool metal touching the inside of her breasts. Her nipples also wanted to be part of the show, and they stuck out proudly, still covered by the material, allowing Jason to visually feast on those as well. Misty then moved the bracelet up and down, entering and exiting the depth of her expose cleavage, and all of the sudden she let go of the dress, allowing it to go back to normal, the bracelet out as well. 

Jason had to readjust himself under the table, as the show had gotten him more than ready to devour her. Misty had enjoyed teasing him, but had also been worked up to the point that she was ready to be devoured, but no. She looked at the bracelet, and inhaled sharply. 

"Oh Jason, it is gorgeous!"

Jason took a sip of the champagne in order to be able to speak, "I'm glad you like it."

She went to him, kissing him fiercely. "Thank you so much! Will you put it on for me?"

"Sure." Once he was done he kissed her soft hand. 

The food came, and they ate in comfortable silence, being accompanied by sounds of the piano. Jason really enjoyed his stake and the oysters, adding lots of lemon and salt to each oyster before eating it. The flavor made him feel as if he was eating the ocean. 

Once done, Jason felt daring, and, hearing a slow waltz, asked Misty to dance. It was just they so he did not feel embarrassed. The bubbly champagne had made him brave as well. He did his best, which was not bad, as he was relaxed, and they moved slowly. Slowly he dropped his hands to feel that round butt. Perfect. 

Misty moved into him, and asked in his ear, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes. Let's go."

They broke the dance, and getting Taylor's attention, ordering another bottle of champagne to go, he paid the bill. 

Jason took every read light as an opportunity to kiss Misty, and earned himself a couple of honks for taking too long to go on the green ones, but the more he kissed the more he wanted. Misty was ready for him, moving toward him every time he stopped. 

Kissing in the hallway while they walked, they made it to his apartment. Once inside their kiss intensifies, his arms running all over her back and ass, enjoying her voluptuous body, while they attempted to discover every corner of each others mouth. 

Jason stepped out of his shoes as he guided her to the bedroom. Then had to pause, and help her remove hers. Immediately he continued kissing her, and grabbing her, her hands going over his hair and shoulders. Jason's clothes made a trail to the bedroom, and once inside he lifted Misty's gown and removed it. 

Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to bed, and Misty looked down worriedly. He lifted her high, and then let her drop, "Jason, not on the floo-" she was caught-of by the bed. "Oh!"

"It's an illusion."

"Good one," she answered with heaving breast. 

The mixture of her confused face, her sharp breaths, her red cheeks, and her fishnet-clad body was almost too much for Jason. It took all he could not to just take her. He wanted to take his time with her however, and enjoy every inch of the one he had been desiring for so long. 

"Well, it seems you need help with something," Misty spoke in lustful tones as she reached to the tent in his boxer. He grabbed hin and pulled him toward her, and leaning close pulled his pants down. His bouncing dick slapped her, as it was released from its confinement. 

Misty was surprised at it's size, as it didn't look as big when it was covered, but she figure it was about 7 inches. But, what was more surprising was the girth. She got close, and sticking her tongue out she licked the head, ensuing a moan from Jason. After rolling her tongue around the head a number of times, she finally wrapped her mouth around it, sucking lightly, still using her tongue. She was not comfortable. 

"Lay down, Jason."

He did, climbing over her, then pulling her toward him, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss, while his cock was trapped between them. 

"Fuck this!" He said, and pushing her back he grabbed the fishnet at the center of her breasts and pulled strongly, ripping it right through the middle. He did the same to the section of her legs and now the fishnet only held on to the arms and the feet, it completely open in the front. 

They kissed once more, moaning into each other's mouths as they enjoy the skin-to-skin feeling. Jason's hands greedy ran over her body, grabbing everywhere, his pace becoming erratic as his desire for her grew. He pulled her atop him. 

Misty decided she wanted more of the taste, and slowly trailed kissed over his body, as she moved lower and lower. Once she got there she blew on his swollen member making it jump. Then she licked it like a lollypop, from balls to tip several times before she place it in her mouth, and attempted to take as much as she could of him in her mouth. 

Jason was in heaven, and was unsure how much of it he could take. He had is hands on her head, and used his will to not push it down over his cock, or shove his hips up and into her throat. "Oh, Mmmisty," were the words that occasionally escaped his lips. 

Misty wanted to take him all the way in her mouth, and she was determined. Every time she tried she was a little closer, stretching her throat, her nose almost to the pubic hair. She took a deep breath, and pushed, squealing when she made it. 'I'm his here now, and I want to be his everywhere,' she thought. 

Jason shivered at the sensation of being all the way down her beautiful throat, and at the waves of pleasure her squealing had generated. "Oh Misty, im getting close."

She was encouraged, and took him down her throat over and over again, sucking hard, coaxing his seed to come out. 

"Oh Fu-fuck!" Jason exclaimed, and he erupted in her mouth being completely involved in his orgasm. 

Misty swallowed all she could, coming to the conclusion the she liked the way he tasted. Once it seemed like he was done, she released his cock, and looking at him said, "You are quite delicious." She felt a drop of cum on her chin, and making sure Jason was looking at her, she scooped it up with her finger, licking it clean while lustfully looking at him. 

Jason moved with lighting speed, and had her laying on her back, while he was atop her, his mouth over her, kissing her passionately. "My turn." And he began his trip down. Moving her hair to the side, he kissed and lick her neck, in some parts more strongly than the others, loving Misty's soft moaning. Finally arriving to her breasts began with the right one. He licked, and sucked all over, making it shine with his saliva, but completely ignored her nipple. 

Misty was becoming frustrated, so placing her hands on his head tried to move him to her aching nipple. 

Jason had other plans, and resisted. He spoke, "You can touch my head, but do not control my movements."

"But, Jason."

"I won."

She unwillingly agreed, and only placed her hands on his head, enjoying the pleasure, and dealing with the frustration. 




The Book of Carnal Ch. 04



Jason moved to her left breasts then, giving it the same treatment, his free hand playing with the right one, but completely ignoring the nipple. He did that more ages, or it felt like that to Misty, as he alternated between one, and then the other, but ignoring the nipples every time.

This was the only time were he wished he had two mouths, so that he could take Misty's nipples at the same time. But instead he improvised. Using as much saliva as he could he moist thumb, index, and middle finger of his right hand, and at the same time stuck her left, very erect, nipple in his mouth, while his right hand pinched and pulled the free one. 

Misty experienced an unexpected, strong orgasm, at Jason's ministrations. She had never had an orgasm from only breasts stimulation. The feeling was sensational. Jason continued his way down, trailing his kissed along her smooth stomach, trying to get a real taste for her body. He wanted to memorizer. Stopping shortly on her navel, he played with it, sticking his tongue in and out, making Misty squirm, before he continue his path. 

He settled comfortably between her legs, and first licked and sucked one thigh, before he did the same to the other. He was eager to taste, and wanted to plunge in to doing just that, but he also had self-control, and instead he licked and sucked all around her pussy lips, round and round.

Misty legs and arms trembled in tension. She really wanted to wrap her legs around his head, and grab his head, shoving him into her, making sure that he gave attention to what was now a begging clit. Damn. She wished she had won that stupid bet. 

Jason was not even close to getting there. He sucked each thick, outer lip in his mouth first, sucking up and down. Then, using his tongue, he indirectly stimulated her clit, using the outer layer of skin. Misty's hips bucked, but he ignored it, and he continued with his detailed tasting. 

He got to the bottom of her love channel, stuck his tongue in, relishing the taste, and in a broad stroke went up, ending above her lips. 

It was a slow, deliberate stroke, and Misty paid close attention as he slowly moved up, and higher, knowing that a single lick on her clit would send her over, but huffed in frustration when he skipped over it. Placing her hands on his head, she tried to push him toward it, but Jason quickly grabbed her hands, pulling each to one side of her body, and in a calm tone spoke, "If you cannot control yourself, I will have to tie you. Do you want that?"

Misty almost said yes, thinking that if she did, he would play with her clit, but took the smarter route, "No," and in her head, 'not yet, anyway.'

"Good," and released her hands. They went to his head again, but this time only to caress his hair, as he proceeded with his tasting and discovery. 

It seemed hours had passed from licking and sucking, and nibbling, that Misty was a dripping, thoroughly teased mess. 

Jason had decided to play with her breasts while eating her out, occasionally pinching her nipples, and all of the sudden he sucked down on her clit, his tongue stroking hard, and fast, as his hand mauled her sensitive breasts, aggressively pulling at her nipples. 

Misty exploded loudly, "JJJAAASSSOOONNN!!!!!" Stars were behind her eyes, then darkness threatened to envelope her, as she experienced the strongest orgasm she ever had. Every nerve ending was on fire. 

Jason was glad he had taken a deep breath, for he was held in place by her thighs as he pulled him by the hair strongly against her mound while she screamed her oblivion. All that was unnecessary, as Jason had no desire to stop doing what he was doing, but he figured that Misty could just not help herself. He was unsure if he was going to take advantage, and tie her. He had never being into "that sort of thing," but Misty's body seems to be perfect for it. Jason gasped in deep breaths once she released him, but the smile on his face was clear that he had enjoyed it, as well as from see how radiant Misty looked after her intense experience. 

Once settled properly between her thighs, Jason placed the tip of his very ready cock at her entrance, and looked up at her. He was taken aback by the sheer devotion with which Misty looked at him, which almost made Jason lose it, and without breaking eye contact he pushed in. 

Millimeter by millimeter he entered her wet depths, both enjoying the sensual pleasure, and both agreeing with a deep "ah" of satisfaction, once he was completely inside.

He settled on a slow rhythm, but their bodies had a different idea, and quickly increased the pace of their rutting until it was clear that delicacy was no longer an interest, but pure, unabashed fucking. 

They rammed into each other with force, while Jason keep himself up, fucking her in a blur, and Misty scratched his back, bit him, while she had her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in. 

It was not long before they started feeling the fast approaching climax. As if in agreement they looked at each other, almost feeling what the other was, pushing each other closer to that moment that promised to be incredible. 

"Oh, I'm going to cum!"


"Me too, Jason!"

Their eyes closed as their bodies rocked them to a stratosphere of pure sensuality, until Jason finally collapsed atop her. Once they caught their breath, Jason moved to the side of her, and she turned, him spooning behind her. 

"That was incredible," she said in her melodious, but tired voice. 

"Yes. You are."

Jason reached for an invisible blanket, covering them, and got comfortable, placing a hand on each of her breasts. They both started to fall asleep, and short before finally doing so he heard a voice in his head, "I want to try her next, young one."

The last words Jason thought before falling asleep was, "what?" 



The Book of Carnal Ch. 05a



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Ch 5a

Jason was dreaming again. He stood at the top of his apartment complex. It was not very high, but still. He was looking around, trying to enjoy the view, but every passing second solidified his desire to move out, and into another more fitting place. 

All was remarkably clear for him, considering that it was dark. He could see two figures moving in stealth, getting close to his car. He wanted to have a closer look, and see if he could hear what they were discussing. "If it as dream then I can make myself invisible, and float down there," he did just that. He achieved it quite easily. 

Floating down to the two figures, he noticed it was a man and a woman, with dark suits, and stern faces. The woman spoke first. 

"Is this the place?"

"Yes. It is. And, here is his vehicle."

"How can you be sure?"

"The most obvious being that this vehicle does not really belong here. It is out of place. The others around it don't match the quality of this one. Also, is seems to be imbued with some form of repellant as the other vehicles are not parked near it, and by looking at the parking lot, which is in desperate need of further parking spots, it is highly unlikely that someone willingly would not park next to it."

"But, that is all circumstantial." 

"Look here. The sign in the center of the wheels, as well as the center of the steering wheel is a 'T' not that of a BMW. We were told my Xerxes that this sign is placed upon those that have found the power. It usually cannot be so easily detected."

"You mean he made this?"

"Yes. Although, I was told that it had been not so long ago that he had come across this power. This is quite impressive for a novice."

"So this amateur has made a mistake with the sign?"

"Or he is confident that most would not notice it."

"So either he is a natural genius, or we have been lied to. We should just move in now that we have the element of surprise."

"Negative. I do not have his exact apartment, yet. And, if he is able to create this vehicle, who knows what else he has been able to create as personal defenses." 

"You're scared," jibbed the female agent. 

"No. Just concerned." He took out what looked like a scanner, and pointed it at the vehicle. "Look at this." 

The female agent moved toward him. She was very pretty, and seemed to be tight all over. She had long red hair, with a streak of white at the front. One could see a gun being framed by her suit. 

"Do you see that?" Asked the man wearing a similar suit, but he was muscular and well built, with a crew cut. He seemed made to seek and destroy, so it was odd to have him so reserved in this case. 

"What is that?" She asked incredulously. 

"Here are the normal parts of the car. And these are the modifications." 

"Yes. I know that. But that," she asked as she tapped on the scanner with her finger. 

"That seems to be what powers the vehicle. The scanner does not recognize it so it must be a very new form, or a very old one. Strange. The scanner cannot make a copy of it either."

"Alright, I'm getting tired of waiting around. When do we move in?"

"So anxious to get the action rolling," he joked. "You're going to have to wait a while. We are not allowed to move in until tomorrow evening. Right now we are here for recon, and we have enough."

"Tomorrow? He will be gone by then."

"He does not now we are here, so that is unlikely."

"We can just move in. Go in 'guns blazing,' per say. To bad I can't use my real gun, and instead this damn electric gun, and darts. Anyway, we are good. We'll have it wrapped up before morning, for sure."

"Negative."

"Stupid rule," she responded frustrated. 

"Come, lets go look around the building before heading out."

"You mean we are leaving him unguarded?" sounding incredulous. 

"Waxel will be here soon."

"Oh. Okay. Good."

Jason saw them move toward the building looking in the oddest places for who knows what. He was concerned about what they had said. He wanted to go back in his body, and try to do all the things he need to take care of. From the looks of it he was going to require all night, and who knew whom this people were. He would like to ask Miranda, but Misty was still there. 

After a few minutes he notice another figure walking around the parking lot. This one only glanced at the vehicle as he made his way toward the building. He knew this was Waxel. Everything about him was shady, and secretive. Jason tried getting a little closer, but moved away immediately when he realized that it was as if this Waxel character could feel him. 

The two other agents went toward him whispering rapidly. After the information was exchanged they left, and Waxel went to lean against one of the trees, and waited. 

Figuring that was his cue, Jason went back to his body, and almost forgot all as he saw himself cuddled against Misty. It was obvious to him how happy were both of them to be sharing blissful sleep. Then Jason remembered the conversation the two agents had had, and slammed into his body. 

Jason awoke in a start, but when he realized where he was he stroke Misty's arm to get her back to the steady sleep she had been experiencing before his upstart. Then getting out of bed, took the book, and went to the living room, leaving all in darkness. 

He sat on his couch, but was unsure what to make of all of it, and he really needed guidance. He remembered the bright light from when he called Miranda last, and thought that would be a bad idea to have again, and quite noticeable in the middle of the night. 

He opened his computer and logged in to his bank account, now it being at over seven figures. He was prepared, but it still surprised him. For as long as he could remember he had never had more than a couple of thousand in his account. 'Wont the bank find this odd, and inform the proper authorities. Did they already do so?' He was becoming anxious, and seeing those agents outside was unnerving. Mind you he was sleeping, but he knew they had been there. There was no doubt. He looked out the window, and could see the red of a cherry as Waxel smoked a cigarette. 

He logged in to his email account noticing an email from an investment firm. Technology. The person writing was the CEO, and it was signed Mr. Whitehead. Apparently he had a meeting tomorrow at 1 pm with him. Okay. He wrote the address down, and then checked his sent folder, surprised at email conversations taking place regarding investments, and real estate. He, however, had no such conversation. Or, not that he was aware of. Looking more carefully, he noticed an email that had gone out inquiring about real estate property. 

"Shit, I should have read the book quietly from the beginning!" He went to the bathroom with his book, and closed the door behind him. It was the only room without a window, and holding the book said, "Mistress Miranda, I need your help."

A flash of light went of again as it had the last time, and his eyes fell upon a beaming Miranda, now in a golden dress. "Oh, the bathroom. Are you interested in experience sexual pleasure in the bathroom, young one?"

"No Mistress..."

Miranda stopped him, apparently becoming aware of something, and asked, "How long has he been out there?"

"Um, maybe an hour or so. The others left when he came."

"Which others?"

"A man and a woman. They had been looking at the car. They said something about Xerxes."

"Xerxes, are you sure? Of course, Xerxes, otherwise he would not be here. Did they say anything else?" She apparently was not surprised that Jason had been able to hear the conversation as she pressed for more details. Exiting the room she stood in front of the couch, Jason sat, unable to look away from her beauty. 

"They were impressed with the car, and the modifications. Also, they said that they would be moving in tomorrow. Mistress Miranda, how was I able to hear them, and see them when I was asleep? And, why do I have over a million dollars in my bank account, and have been having email conversations about investments and real estate without being aware of it?" 

"I will only answer the necessary questions, as we have more pressing matters. You wanted to change your situation so you generated the funds, and started the conversations unconsciously. Usually it requires sexual energy in order for them to be effective, but it seems you have found a different away. You and I created the car, also unconsciously. Trust yourself. I'm sure you've also created safety nets regarding the money, and the real estate questions." 

"Ok, I will search." Said a determined Jason. 

"Not yet, young one. We have to talk about Xerxes." 

"Is this the Xerxes?"

"No, young one, but a descendent. Ruthless. Callous. They have tried to get a hold of the book for centuries, always coming close to doing so, but never accomplishing it. The fact that they did not move in tonight speaks volumes." 

"They think I am weak."

"No. They think you are of less value, or that you do not have it."

"So what do I do?"

"Misty is now compromised. Or, she will be when she leaves the apartment with you. If she leaves alone she will be followed to ensure that she has no connection with you."

"Misty? I don't want her to be in trouble."

"It is too late now. You love her, do you not?"

"Yes," he affirmed. 

"Then you must have her with you." 

"What if she..."

"She will, young one."

"Okay," Jason said doubtful. 

"Follow your day as usual. Take her to her apartment to get changed, then go to work together. Go to your meeting, and lose the tail. You will have a tail the whole time unless you lose them. After the meeting, pick her up from work, and lose the tail again, and go to your new place."

"That's really fast, and how am I suppose to lose the tail?"

"Be sure before you sleep you concentrate on learning how to drive very well, rally, and all that comes with it. They cannot place a tracking device on the car, as the modifications do not allow it, but they will try to keep up. And they will succeed unless you are well prepared."

"Fuck!" 

"My advice is to drop her off at work, and leave right away. You don't have to call in sick, or make something up if you do not wish it. Today will be your last day. Also for Misty."

"But if I lose the tail, wont they try to take her then, to get to me?"

"Not if you are clever. I advice you to be clever."

"How? I do not have any experience."

"Trust you instincts."

"Oh no, do they know about Andrew?" 

"I do not think so. Not yet, anyway. If they were serious about you they would have taken you tonight. The Xerxes men tend to be overly confident. But your friend is jealous of you. Are you sure you want to aid him if he gets in trouble?" 

"He may be a jerk, but he is loyal, and trustworthy."

"Very well, young one. Then, you may have to move him as well. But, Misty is priority. They will see her as your Achilles Heel."

"Fuck me twice!"

"We do not have time for that now, young one."

"No. I mean. Nevermind. When am I supposed to sleep? I still need to search for the safety nets of the money, and maybe see if there is a way to have the purchases done under a different name so that I am not easily found."

"Trust yourself, young one. You've been doing all of this unconsciously. Continue doing that for now. It happens naturally for your, just as you were able to hear the two agent's conversation when sleeping, or how you were able to fuck Abby. Because, you did fuck Abby, and you know it as fact."

"And my mind. You can read it so easily, can they?"

"I will always be able to, as we are connected differently. They cannot, as of yet. But, they will try soon. Tomorrow we will get you, and Misty trained once you are in your new location."

"Goddamn this sucks!"

"I see nothing sucking."

"It is an expression. Nevermind. So, I'll get started."

"Very well. I will put some surprises around the apartment for when they come tomorrow." 

"How will Andrew get away?"

"If you are serious about helping him, you may have to bring him into your dream."

"That sounds like fun."

"And young one. Sexual energy makes it stronger, but you are using another energy as well and combining it. Keep doing that. Tomorrow try and read as many minds as you can, all the time, even if it exhausts you. Eat and drink. It will recharge you."

"Very well," and pulling the computer to him, got to business. He worked fast reading all the emails he sent out, and looking over the properties he was interested in. Finally deciding for a place in Pasadena, and sending an email and cell phone number to be contacted in the morning to have a look at, and possible buy. Then, he looked at the investment emails, which he understood quite well, as he had studied this in college, but decided that he did not want to deal with other people's money, and did not have much money of his own, so he did not pursue it once out. It still took some time, but the thought of Misty being hurt because of him filled him with righteous anger, making him to solidify his precautions. 

After a while he had a fictitious name, and would worry about registering tomorrow, figuring that he could make his purchases under that. He sent en email to the Chamber of Commerce to have a package ready. 

Jason headed for bed, knowing that he still needed to train in his dreams, and from the looks of it, to train a hopefully sober Andrew. He was pretty lit before he dropped him off, and there was good chance that he continue drinking, then passing out on the couch, or on his bed with his clothes still on. In which case he would still be somewhat drunk, and may or may not feel it in his dreams. Jason had no clue about that. 

He had not noticed when Miranda had left, or if she had left at all, and did not ask about the "preparations" she had made. He presumed he'd get all the information sometime tomorrow. He went to the bedroom, undressed and placed the book safely under his pillow. 

Jason slept close to Misty, and of racing he did dream.

*********

Jason awoke to the voice of Misty saying, "wake up, sleepy head." He was suddenly very awake when he felt his cock being enveloped by a warm sheath, and opened his eyes to look into her lust-filled ones, as she slid down on his cock, impaling herself on it. 

"Oh wow!" Exclaimed Jason.

"Fuck Jason, you fit so good," as she rode him. Misty had dreamt of Jason fighting, protecting her, and an alluring woman around, teasing her, and then of Jason winning, and coming to her to take her as an eternal lover, and so she awoke prepped and ready and on the edge of orgasm. She was delighted when she saw Jason's manhood standing upright. She did not waste time, and immediately fucking him savagely. 

"Oh fuck Misty, I'm not going to last long!"

"Neither will I!"

"And no condom."

"You didn't care last night. But, don't worry; I'm on the pill. Now shut-up and fuck me."

Jason took hold of her hips and pushed up as she came crashing down. Both reaching their inevitable climax with lighting speed. 

Misty had her hands on his chest to support her while she energetically fucked him. As she was approaching her orgasm, her nails began to dig into his chest. 

Jason loved the feeling of her nails, and loved the wildness of their fucking, and dug his fingers on her hips hard as he approached release. 

"Iiii'mmm cuuuumm-aaahhh!" They exclaimed in unison. 

Jason had to hold on to her to keep her from falling, but it was difficult as his own orgasm was more than incredible. 

Finally Misty collapsed atop him, he hair falling over his face, as they regained breath control. 

"Good morning, lover," she whispered in her ear. 

"Good morning, my love," he replied. 

"Your illusion is strong. The bed is still invisible."

"It's not really an illusion. It's more like magic."

"Yeah right! And you are going to tell me that the chandelier is an illusion as well, right?" 

Jason looked at it, noticing that now one of the women was on her back while the man fucked her. The other woman was sitting on the face of the one laying down, and kissing the man, while they played with her tits. It changed. He was sure of it. 

"Here, lay down. I'll prove it."

She did. 

Jason looked at the chandelier, and lifting his hand said, "Everything in this apartment will return to his original form, now!" Nothing happened. 

"I knew you were pulling my leg."

"Right. It doesn't work that way. I just wanted to show-off. One second."

He concentrated on how if the agents of Xerxes discovered all this changes they would go after Misty sooner, and he needed time to prepare. He imagined his apartment in the original form, and said "archetype." There was a bright flash, and all was back to normal. He liked the idea of using words here and there. He figured he would come up with a few mores just to have those at his disposal as assigned to an action. 

"Wow, that is amazing! How did you do that?"

"I don't have time to go into details, but after work I can show you."

"What makes you think we will see each other after work?" She teased.

Jason stuttered a bit, fearing that maybe she did not want to come with him, but when he looked at her he could see her taunting smile. "I'm moving today to Pasadena. And I thought that maybe you would like to move in with me."

"Oh Jason, really?" 

"Yes. You don't need to bring anything except maybe a change of clothes. We can get new things for you."

"Nothing?"

"I would like to not go to your apartment at all, but am thinking you wont want to go to work in your white gown only, being as I destroyed your fishnet." 

"Why?"

He had to level with her, so lifting himself on one elbow he looked at her seriously. "I've discovered something during my latest vacation that has given me the ability to do what I've shown you and more. It seems others have become aware of it. I did not know about this until late last night, after we were asleep. Well. They may try to use you to get to me, and I cannot have that happen. There is no way I will allow something to happen to you because of me. So, I want you close to me at all times."

"Jason. Are these people dangerous?" Misty asked worriedly. 

"Yes, young one," interrupted Miranda.

Misty clung on to Jason chest and exclaimed "ah! Who just spoke Jason?!"

"I did, young one."

Misty looked toward the door meeting eyes with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She seemed to be floating along with her long golden gown. Misty was overwhelmed, and could not decide whether to be angry because there was another woman in the apartment, and had heard them fuck, and maybe even seen, or to say nothing an simply appreciate the beauty. 

"I decided to show myself to give more strength to what Jason will speak to you about. My name is Mistress Miranda, and I am the guiding presence of the book Jason mentioned to you." 

Misty still clung to Jason, but relaxed a little as she began to understand. He really was totally not pulling her leg. 

Slapping him on the arm she chided, "Damn it Jason! Why didn't you tell me this before so I would not almost have a heart attack?"

"You would not have believed me."

"I like her spirit," Miranda said to Jason. The she addressed a blushing Misty. "What Jason speaks is true. I can see that you have the same strength of love and desire for Jason, as he does for you, and have been carrying it for just as long." Misty could feel Jason looking at her in amazement, and blushed even more furiously. 

'She is so beautiful,' thought Jason as he held her. 

Miranda continued, "I can also see that you are not jealous of Jason, or his conquests, but see it as a form of pride, and for that I congratulate you. Jason will bring pleasure to many, and much to you. I can see the raising lust while I say this words to you."




The Book of Carnal Ch. 05a



"How do you know all this?" Misty asked, slightly uncomfortable, but knowing that it was completely true. 

"I can read your mind. I am connected to Jason because of the book, the lustful desire we share, as well as our passionate carnal union. Normally, I would only be able to read your mind, even if you had sex with Jason. But due to your desire, and the strength of devotion, I am able to read your feelings, and desires as well. It is even more impressive that you may wish to participate in Jason's conquests, but have no desire to have another man to satisfy your need to be fucked. The only..."

"Ok, ok. I believe you. But, it's very embarrassing."

"Very well, young one. Although, we will rid you of your embarrassment. As I was saying..." she continued. 

"One second Mistress Miranda," Jason said. His heart had been beating rapidly the whole time Miranda was talking, as he heard the words she spoke, filling him with loving warmth. He was ecstatic when he heard that Misty had felt the same for almost as long as he had, and so turning her toward him, kissed her with as much love and passion he could muster at that very moment. If they were not under time constrains, he would have taken her as well. 

Misty moaned into his mouth, as she felt her pulse quicken. Once Jason broke the kiss it took a second for her to regain her bearings. 

"Wow, who taught you how to do that?" 

"Your words," he told her. 

"Oh Jason, take me now. I am completely yours."

"We don't..."

"Of course we do, young one. We always have time for that."

Jason moved in for another kiss. He was as hard as a rock even though he had come in Misty not too long ago. He could not wait to have her again. He easily roller her on her back, and climbed over her, positioning himself to enter. He could feel the heat exuding from her sex. He rubbed his cock head along her opening. Misty was dripping, and his dick was easily coated. Jason pushed in. 

Misty felt every millimeter of Jason's think cock as it entered her. She did not have time to register how that was possible, as she saw Miranda's sex being lowered to her face. She had never been with another woman, but she had always been curious. And, it was true; another woman was fine for her. The pussy was very close to her mouth, but not completely, so Misty stuck out her tongue, giving a tentative leak. She liked what she tasted, and grabbing Miranda, pulled her to her face, diving in with gusto. 

Miranda appreciated the enthusiasm Misty was showing, as she slowly grinded on her face, while playing with her large bosom, and teasing Misty's erect nipples. Miranda enjoyed the young girls squirming as she teased her sensitive breasts, as well as she was fucked by Jason's long, hard strokes. 

Jason had Misty's legs against his chest, holding her slightly off the bed, and slowly increasing the tempo with which he fucker her. He loved how Misty's pussy wrapped strongly around him, and the way it seemed to suck him in. He could feel his balls bouncing on her fleshy ass. The sounds of flesh against flesh, moaning, and licking were music to his ears. 

Misty came as soon as he felt someone's hand on her engorged, sensitive clit. 

Miranda was not far behind. She was already very turned on from seeing them fuck before, and the vibrations of Misty's screams of pleasure made her fill the young girl's mouth with her nectar. 

Jason could hold out no longer, as soon as Misty started coming her cunt squeezed him like a vice, as if trying to force out his seed. He gave in to the sensation screaming "Misty you are mine!!!"

Misty's breath came in gasps as soon as Miranda released her, and her skin was a light red from the exertion, and the glorious climax. 

"Wow, that was amazing," she said shortly after. 

"Wait until tonight, young one."

"You can call me Misty."

"No, I cannot. But soon things will be different."

"Ok. Lets get dressed and get the hell out of here. I'll just get a couple of things and put them in this bag," and he materialized a brown, stylish looking rucksack, with a golden lion embroiled, and leather straps. It was not loud, but very nice looking, and of exemplary quality. He materialized a similar one for Misty, but hers had a lioness embroiled. Stepping close to her, and taking her in her arms he said, "you are my Lioness. Mine, forever," then kissed her. 

Misty was slightly surprised at what he had accomplished, but got over it quickly and melted into his arms. Once again she was breathless when he broke the kiss. 

Putting his hand on her round ass he asked, "Will the gown and shoes be enough for you?"

"Yes. I am not going to work anyway."

"Excellent!" Interjected Miranda.

"We have to take care of several things," Jason said. 

"Good. I can't wait to show off this gorgeous bag, the gorgeous clothing, and the jewelry. I want to make everyone jealous that I am yours. Because, I am yours, completely, Jason. Do you want me to be yours?" She asked, suddenly fearful that he would say no. 

He did not respond but spoke into her mind, 'We are connected. Never fear. You are mine, and I am yours. We will always be together. If there will be other woman, as Miranda says, I want you to choose them for us. I love you Misty."

Misty's eyes got teary, and kissing him slightly on the lips whispered, "Thank you, Jason. Lets go." 

"How about we first have a shower?"

"Okay. It's not like I need to worry about work."

"Right." 

They went to the bathroom, leaving bags on the bed, and showered together. It was very sensual, delicate as they washed each other's body, Jason paying special attention to her breasts and ass, and Misty to his dick and balls. 

His cock started to react. 

"Getting hard again?!" 

"You have that effect."

"If we do it again I might be sore." 

"We can stop by to have a shot real quick to numb the soreness."

"Ha ha, Okay. I love how you feel inside me anyway."

She turned around, and Jason aimed for penetration. He looked down, and saw how gorgeous her curvatious body was as the water fell over it. He felt the entrance to her depths with the tip of his cock, and softly pushed in. He did not want to ram himself in this time. Jason could not look away as he inched into Misty. They moaned in pleasure when he was completed his entry. He felt he could fuck her forever, and it would never get old. Then he started a rhythm, and for a while looked at the undulations Misty's ass made as he entered her. 

Misty loved the way Jason was taking her. He was not fucking her; he was making love to her under the shower. It was so sensual. She moaned with him. She felt one of his hands on her hip, and the other caressing her breasts, and pulling her back to rest her back against his chest. 

Miranda only watched. The way they loved was clear that they needed this time alone, and she did not want to interrupt the young couple. Instead she played with herself through her golden dress. 

The young couple increased their tempo, as they grinded into each other. Misty's hands were on the bathroom wall as she was entered over and again. She squealed when Jason suddenly turned her, and lifting her in his arms, pressed her against the wall and reentered her, his chest pressing against her breasts, his lips against hers. 

Misty wrapped her legs around him, grinding into him as he entered her, both approaching their release at equal pace. 

Jason was in heaven as he made loved to her, kissing his dream girl. He held her up by her round ass as their pace became frantic. The lovers were close to release. They broke the kiss and Misty nibbled on Jason's shoulder. 

"Mark me, my Lioness." 

She did, and bit in, drawing blood. 

That did it, and Jason fell over the edge, pouring his seed into her yet again, as he exploded. 

Misty was right there with him, as the squirting of his cock inside her sent her over as well. They moaned each other's names as they came down from their pleasure. They exited the shower, and quickly dried forgoing their hair. 

Miranda went back into her book, and Misty and Jason got dressed in the same clothes they wore the day prior. The clothing seemed as if freshly pressed, but they did not think much of it as Jason slung his rucksack over his shoulder, and wrapped his free arm round Misty. Misty with purse on shoulder, and bling on. 

'That guy is looking at us.' Thought Misty. 

'That is Waxel. One of the bad guys. And from the looks of it he was not expecting you, because he can't keep his eyes of you, and his mouth is open. I'm having a hard time not to laugh.'

'I have to get used to this telepathy idea.'

'You'll figure it out.'

'He's on the move, we should have sunglasses.'

'Good idea. They will be in the car.' 

'His not being very subtle as he's getting into his car. Clearly he wants us to see him.'

'Or as I said, he was not prepared for you, and he realized he totally blew his cover. Miranda said they were overly confident. I have a surprise for him.'

'Oh really, what?' She asked as Jason opened the door. 

Whack, was the answer as Jason's hands landed on her round tush, Misty yelping in surprised. "You will see, my love. Get in."

She did, and they drove off. Sure enough the other guy was close behind. 

Jason tested him a few times by being sure he got a few yellow lights that he knew this Waxel bastard had to take on red. But, there was no hesitation as he blew red light after red light.

"Where are the cops when you need them?" 

"I dunno."

"Let's get a drink."

"And the tail?"

"I'll deal with him after, I promise. But I am feeling tired and Miranda said that eating and drinking would recharge me."

His phone started ringing, and the caller id showed Andrew. "Mind if I answer?"

"Go ahead," she replied. 

"Hello."

"Dude where the hell are you? Terrance looks like he's about to blow a fuse, and your hot ass girlfriend, Misty, is not here as well."

"Hi Andrew," she said. 

"Oh shit! I mean."

"That's right, idiot. Please address my Misty properly."

"Ok dude, I'm sorry. I didn't want to be an ass. Anyway, when are you gonna get here?"

"We are not."

"What?"

"What are you deaf?"

"No, but. Okay. Fuck it, then."

"I gotta go, give me a call when you get out of slavery."

That got a laugh from Misty. 

"Fuck you. Hey bro, I had the weirdest dream with you, and driving."

"We can talk about that later."

"Oh shit, I gotta go, Terrance is coming. I hope he did not read my lips, or some crazy shit like that."

"Tell him we wont come in. Good luck," and the line went dead. 

"If he disrespects you again I will fuck him up."

"It's okay."

"No it's not. You are mine, and he does not talk to my beloved that way, even if he thinks you cannot hear it."

"Thank you, Jason."

"Your welcome, babe. Here we are." They pulled up to what seemed to be a combination liquor store and hot dog stand. Misty had never seen it before. 

"Here?" she asked. 

"Yeah. I just want a hot dog, and a small bottle of tequila, and you."

"You weren't kidding. Okay. I'll trust you. I'll have the same."

"Good. I like my woman to eat and drink similar to me."

"I like how you call me your woman."

They ordered, eating their hot dogs quickly. When they opened their bottles Jason said, "I want you to challenge that asshole. I can't stand him looking at us, and he wont for long. I want you to lift your bottle to him, then look at me when we down it, and when done flip him off."

"Why me? And, this is no shot. "

"Because you can drink this no problem, and it will surprise the hell out of him, and piss him off. Fuck that asshole."

Misty did as she was asked, and laughed loudly at the look of shock that appeared on the tail's face when she flipped him off. They got in the car, and Jason got to business. Miranda was right. He felt completely recharged. He had to ask what the reasons for that were, and why out of all things alcohol. 

Jason's tires squealed as he pealed off, with a heated Waxel close behind. He was heading in the direction of the bar, then passing it, he was heading toward work.

"I thought you said we were not going to work," said Misty. 

"We are not baby," he said as he pated her thigh. He was going very fast, and he could see Waxel speaking into a radio in his rearview mirror. 'Fuck that guy," he thought and he dropped the car into fourth gear. The engine growled as he began to pull off from the tail. 

"Hand me one of the pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment will you."

"Okay," she opened the glove compartment and gave one to him. They were black, branded T, with the design of a Lion covering the front part of the glass, and a lioness on hers. She was very happy at noticing how the designed blocked nothing as she looked through them. In fact, everything seemed clearer, and the sun not as oppressive as it hit. Then she realized where he was headed. 

"You're headed for that one windy road aren't you?"

"Yup."

"And then?"

"To Pasadena."

"Oh, but that's one hour in the other reaction."

"We'll be there in 45 minutes, at the most."

"Cool. I like Pasadena."

Jason was on sixth gear as he was entering the curves. The first cayenne was a breeze. He didn't even let go of the pedal. The car loved every second. He felt Misty's slight anxiety and placing his hand on her lap as he took a large right curve said, "Trust me."

"I do, Jason. Completely, let it rip!"

Jason could see Waxel was having a hard time keeping up, as he fell further behind. He dropped in to fourth gear as he drifted through a curve to the left, and without stepping on the brake, but gliding into it he took a hairpin to the right, staying dangerously close to the railing. Jason was very aware that there was no space for error. If he made a mistake, him and Misty may pay for it with their lives. But, he was not going to make any mistakes. And, Xerxes' dogs were not going to hurt his Misty. 

By the time he was out of the winding roads Waxel was nowhere in sight. Jason did not let up, and continued at full speed, and in sixth gear to his destination. True to his word, forty-five minutes later they were entering Pasadena. 

********

Waxel was not happy. Whoever had decided that not taking this 'ignorant' man last night was going to get it. Instead he was made to stand there, and keep watch, and to follow. And the girl! Waxel was a professional. One of the best if not the! But this woman made him discombobulated, until it was obvious that they knew he was watching. He had no choice but to be obvious as well. 

One of the things he could not shake off was the confidence the man showed as he walked out the building. At first he doubted it was him as they were pair, and the description had been that of a loner, thin, pale man, and such a man would not have such a woman. But this guy was confident, comfortable, bulky, and clearly a perfect match for the woman. Somebody was going to get it at headquarters. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure.

Then he lost it. Waxel lost his cool, all sense of professionalism out the window. How dare she do that to him? To cheers to him, down her bottle while looking at the other man, then looking back and flipping Waxel off, then laughing mockingly. The action said more that 1000 words. Not only did it mean that she knew he was watching, but she knew the way he'd been watching, and she did not care. Her action clearly said she was light years away from him, and so much more. Waxel punched his steering wheel, making the horn go off consequently. 

Had he not been so surprised, he would have caught them right then and there. He had his darts ready, and was an excellent shot. Even more so at that distance. He would not have missed. And they would be sitting now in the back seat, looking dejected, scared, and he would be sure that the woman new what he could do. 

'And where the fuck did THAT driving come from? Come one. Not only was the car at least four classes over this one, but the skill with which he handled the car would put some of the top racers in the world to shame. According to what I was told the motherfucker had a beat up, old car!"

He was livid. He entered a dark gray complex. Marble walls, and austere lighting was the first thing seen. Once he parked his unmarked car, he entered the elevator and headed to the top. He was not looking forward to this. He never failed. Or at least he had not failed in a long, long time. 

"So Waxel, what's the scoop?" 

"I lost him."

"What?!?" Replied the woman from the night before. "How?"

"I was not told he was a professional race driver, with a monster for a vehicle. It was impossible for my car to keep up to the pace."

"See, I told you we should have taken him last night," she said as she punched the crew-cut man. 

"We were under orders Rachael." 

"Well, he bested Waxel, Adam! The car was screaming professional, and we did not do it when we had him. We had the element of surprise."

"He did not best me, I was misdirected!" Waxel interjected angrily. 

"Whatever, you lost him," replied Rachael coolly. 

"Fuck you!"

"What is going on?"

All three looked toward a tall, bulky man, dressed in black with a black X design on his chest. 

"Waxel lost the target, Sir."

"You lost the target. How is that possible?"

"I apologize. The information I had over him was inaccurate. He was far too advanced to have discovered the power so little time before."

"Explain."

"Allow me, sir," said Adam and he took out his scanner to show the automobile. "This vehicle was created by the man. His name is Jason. There were some modifications that the scanner was able to copy, and those are here, but others not, including it's source of power. It is self-powered, sir."

A low, menacing voice spoke from the other side making all, including the big man, cringe as if suddenly confront with fear itself, "Miranda! That whore had a hand in this. Can you locate him?"

"No, my lord. Our tracking devices were unable to stick to the vehicle."

"Am I surrounded by incompetence? I send two of my best men on recon., and the third, a real professional, and all you can provide is 'you lost him' and nothing else?"

"Sir, I..."

"I don't care. Locate him. I want that book. My path to obtaining it will no longer be thwarted. I would punish the three of you if it were not for my need to find this man!"

"My lord," spoke Waxel, "there was a woman."

"Ah woman?" Asked Rachael.

"Quite! Go on Waxel."

"He was with the man when they exited the apartment. It seemed she was quite close to him, so we might be able to find him through her."

"I have no records here about any woman," spoke Adam. 

"That is right, my lord." Spoke the tall, bulky man.

"Well York," now addressing the same man, "find out who put this intel together an be sure that they receive the proper thanks. I expect a positive report by this evening, or I can assure you that one of you will be punished for this failure."

"Yes, my lord," they responded in unison as he took his leave. 

"Tell me who put his intel together York? I need a word with the person."

"Zoyla."

"Excellent. Send her to my office. We will regroup here in two hours. Lets see what we can find on this guy." Waxel was looking forward to bringing the whip down on Zoyla's dark skin, as well as other things. 

"Did you get a picture of the woman, Waxel?" Asked Rachael. 

"Yes. It should already be uploaded. Also of the man."

"Good. See you soon."

*******

Zoyla, please report immediately to the office of Waxel. I repeat, Zoyla, please report Waxel's office immediately. 

"Oh, shit!" Spoke Zoyla. 

*******

Jason stopped in front of the City of Commerce. Walked inside with Misty in his arm, picked up a package, placed it in his rucksack, and continued. 




The Book of Carnal Ch. 05a



At the next stop, Jason stepped out of the car, handing his keys to the valet and a $100 bill. Jason enjoyed how a $100 bill made people's face light up, and change completely. He also liked reaching in to his wallet and always finding it there. It was like a never empty pot O'gold. 

Misty was not paying much attention. It had not been recent that she had been to Pasadena, early in the day, let alone in the middle of Old Town, dressed to kill, with a man that loved her. She was enjoying the atmosphere. She noticed the looks she got, but they were all too respectful, and she noticed as well some of the way the woman looked a Jason. 

Jason came to her wrapping his arm around her waist, "Shall we?"

"Yes, my love. But, where are we going?" 

"First there," as he pointed to a Jewelry store. 

"Jason, you've already given me so much." 

They stopped in front of the jewelry store and kissing her he said, "No. Never. Never enough for my woman." They stepped inside. 

"May I help you, Sir and Madam," asked a petite Asian woman with long black hair. She was impressed by the necklace and bracelet, as well as the ring of the man and knew that they were there to purchase. 

"Yes, um, Tan. We are looking for a woman's pigeon blood ruby ring, size 6. Preferably in platinum molding."

"Ok, Sir. Come with me please. They went to the back of the store, and Tan took out a card, swiping it, and allowing entrance through a door that was not easily seen. Jason made a note of that. "Follow me please," and they entered behind her. 

"I am taking you to our special collection. We do not keep such pieces of jewelry on display." 

"Thank you Tan," said Misty. 'I like how petite she is. I would like to try her out.'

'Your move.' 

'Let's see.' 

The room they entered was small with a red couch on one side, and a display case on the other. 

"Every piece here is secured so it takes a little bit of time as I have to swipe the car every time."

Jason decided to try and read her mind. Wow, this couple is hot. I bet they are crazy in bed. And the hunk, mmm, I bet he could make me squirm. I don't know why this girl is assessing me so. It's good that they do not know that there are not cameras in this room, and it is sound proof. Because, if they made a move I would not be able to resist them. 

Jason communicated his discovery to Misty, asking her to try to read it as well. 

Misty did as Jason talked. 

"So, do you have a ring like the one described?" 

"We have three different option," oh my, he's coming closer. 

"In platinum?" 

"Yes." Jeez, how much money does this guy have? 

"What is that?" Misty asked as she touched a brooch the assistant was wearing on her blouse over her breast, and pushed in. 

"Oh, this is" 'did she just do that on purpose? Right over my nipple too!' "An aquamarine caterpillar."

"It's lovely."

"Thanks. Here, let me take out the first ring for you." She took out a small piece, and already Jason had decided that he did not like it, but she allowed her to continue. 

"This should be a size 6, may I try it on you, Madam?"

"Sure," Misty gave her hand. I like the softness of her hand.

"Let's take her," Misty told Jason. 

"Ok, my dearest."

Jason concentrated, implanting the strong idea in Tan that once Jason and Misty found what they were looking for they were going to take her, but that she was going to be the one to ask for it, and that it was her idea to do so. Also, he decided to add that every time she touched one of the three rings she got exponentially horny. 

"I don't think that is the one, what do you think Misty?"

"I don't think so either. Can you remove it please?"

"Sure." Tan took in a surprised breath when she touched it. It was like a shock that went directly to her pussy and nipples. 

"Is everything ok?" Misty asked. 

"Yes. It's nothing." 'That's never happened before!" 

"Please leave it out. I'd like to compare it to the others."

"We usually don't do that, but I'll make an exception," and took the next one. She gasped again. "Sorry, it shocked me, haha!" 'Since when does it feel so good to touch this jewelry?'

Misty was trying hard not to smirk. They continued like that, asking several times to see the first the second and the third, and asking tan to put it on her and to remove it. Tan was having difficulty concentrating, as now she was so turned on that all she could think about was getting nailed by this hot man. 

"Ok. We'll take this one. I think it looks great on you, and it matches the others perfectly."

"I think so as well, Jason. Thank you!" Misty hugged him, and he pressed her to him, pulling her into him by her ass, grinding his hard cock against her, and tongue kissing her. He was hard from seeing that way Tan had reacted, and could not wait to put his hardness to good use. 

They both looked at an open-mouthed Tan when they broke the kiss. "Will you ring it up please? The card is there."

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. Right away, sir." She went to the machine, ran the card, and pressed the button that allowed the others outside to know that a sale was in process and they were not to be disturbed. 

Tan turned and had another sharp intake of breath, but this one was a long one, as she saw now Misty and Jason sitting on the couch, but Misty had her plentiful tits exposed, while Jason sucked and kneaded them. 

"So, what do we get for the purchase?" Asked a breathless Misty. 

Tan blushed furiously, but she had to say it. She wanted it so badly. She had never been so turned on by customers before. "You...um...you get me."

"Wonderful," then Misty opened her legs showing her bare pussy. "Then get your little ass over here and put your tongue to good use."

"But..."

"Now!" 

Tan obeyed. She had never licked a woman before, and really she just wanted to try Jason for size, in her mouth and pussy granted, but still. She kneeled in front of Misty and was sticking her tongue out to taste her, when Misty grabber her head and smashed it against her went snatch. "Get to licking. I don't have all day! And hurry up and make me cum because I want you to suck my man next. Jason baby, why don't you be a doll and feed me that gorgeous cock of yours." 

Jason liked to see this side of Misty. How controlling she could be to her play toy, and how lovely she could be to him. He got up, opening his pants, when Misty slapped his hand away. 

"Allow me. I want to take him out."

"Okay." 

She loved Jason's cock. The length, girth, taste, smell, everything! She held it with her right hand and licked the head while looking up at Jason. Her other hand was occupied with holding the girl in place. She licked from his ball sack to the tip several times, giving Jason constant shivers. Then spoke, "oh fuck yes. Lick my clit. Make me cum in your little slut mouth."

He had not realized Misty had been so turned on, and was going to cum so quickly. Then she began deep-throating him as she came, her moans feeling wonderful around his stiff member. It took all of Jason's control not to shoot down Misty's throat. 

"Not bad, little slut. Now do that to my man. Sit down, my love." 

Jason did. 

Tan got into place. She was determined once she saw the size of him, but was unsure if she was going to succeed. She was not sure if he would fit in her pussy, let alone her mouth. She started to lick him like a lollypop, while Misty busied herself in undressing her. 

Misty did not bother with removing shoes, but only moved skirt up, and took off panties, and removed shirt and pulled down bra. She liked how the young Asian's small pussy looked. She looked up and saw that Tan was only licking Jason. She laid a loud spank on the girl's small ass ordering, "Get to sucking already!"

Tan immediately took him in her mouth. 

Jason was impressed at how large his dick looked in the Asian girl's small mouth. 

Once Misty saw that she was sucking, she licked the girl's pussy. It was very different from Miranda's and a bit tangy, but delicious as well. She licked for a bit, then shoved in two, then three fingers, trying to stretch the girl out for Jason. 

Jason was enjoying it, but it was no enough. If it were Misty's deep-throat ability he would not complain. 

Misty sensed this and said, "Okay. Lets trade Jason." 

"What are you waiting for? Lick my pussy while he fucks you!"

Tan obeyed. 

"Jason dear. Please spank when she does not lick me right."

"Will do."

Jason positioned himself behind her. He was already primed with the girl's saliva having no need to rub against her for lubrication. He placed his mushroom head at the entrance, and pushed forward carefully. He worked himself inside slowly, inch-by-inch, in and then out, until he was all the way in. Her high-pitched moans sounded wonderful as they were muffled by Misty's snatch. 

Tan felt completely filled. She was stretched to the limit, as she'd never experience such a thickness inside her before. But she was unprepared for how it felt when Jason started fucking her with long strokes. Every time he plunged back in his cock rubbed against her clit, having her near orgasm with-in a few thrusts. Then she came, and she had to move hear head from between Misty's soft thighs. 

Jason caught sight of this and spanked her strongly ordering her to lick Misty properly. 

Tan was overwhelmed with the sensations the combination pleasure and pain were generating, and soon she was once again over the edge. But she did her best to keep her mouth on Misty's clit, and get her to orgasm as well. 

Jason thought enough was enough, and increased the space to a fast, strong fucking. Plunging in deep, while spanking the young Asian's tiny ass, getting it nice and red. 

Tan had never orgasmed so often in such a short time. She was close to passing out, and so she used all the concentration she had left on getting Misty to cum. It worked, as after a few seconds she started swallowing all of Misty's nectar, and she heard, far away, her moans of pleasure, as Misty's thighs covered her ears. 

Jason was so close to coming, but did not know if the girl was on the pill, and did not want to get her pregnant. He held out as long as possible, trying to wait out Misty's orgasm. 

When Misty came down from her bliss, he looked into Jason's eyes and immediately understood. 

"Alright slut, take my man's cum and swallow all of it. Don't waste a drop!"

Jason pulled out with a pop, and Tan turned around fast, taking Jason as far into her mouth as she could, and sucked as hard as possible, breathing through her nostrils. 

"Here it comes!"

Jason came heavily, almost drowning the girl. But she swallowed fast not wanting to disappoint. At first she didn't even have a chance to taste it. But, when Jason started to slow down she could, and she loved it. It was delicious. Once Jason was done, she licked all over his cock and balls, making sure that she didn't miss a spot. 

"Good job. I liked how you cleaned him. Do me the favor of cleaning me up as well." 

Tan did. She realized that she also liked Misty's taste, and that the combination of both in her mouth was glorious. She hoped they would play with her again, even if they never bought anything in the store. 

Jason and Misty straightened themselves kissing passionately. Jason loved Misty's body, and ran his hands all over it every chance he got. 

Misty did not complain. 

Tan got herself together as well, but much more slowly than the others. She decided she was going to take her lunch break early. Besides, her boss would be ecstatic with such a great sale, so she felt she would have no problem achieving it. "This is my card," she said and handed it to Jason. But he did not take it. Realizing her blunder, "I'm sorry." Then to Misty, "here is my card. I will be available for you any time you want, or need me." 

"Good. And if it's in the middle of the night?"

Tan looked at her hopefully, "that will be okay as well."

When Jason entered the main room he tried to read everyone's mind at the same time, but it was overwhelming, and slightly dizzying so he stopped, but determined to try again later. Noticing the jealous looks Tan got when the made it back he decided to add a cherry to the pie, as he knew they were over the huge sale. Although, he stopped trying to read, he did catch a bit of it. 'Let's make the other's more jealous,' he told Misty. 

"Thank you so much," Misty said as he hugged her strongly, "we will not be needing the case, as I want to wear the piece immediately."

"Oh, okay," said a surprised Tan. She took it out, and handed it took her, but she did not take it. 'Damn, I did it again. And it's so obvious too.' 

Jason and Misty were reading her mind, and really wanted to laugh but controlled it. She turned, giving it to him. 

Jason took the ring, and hugged her tightly telling her how great she was, and how happy she'd made his day. Then he did what no one expected, and getting down on one knee said, "Misty. With this ring I wish to ask you to be with me always, for the rest of our lives. I will always love you, and protect you. I will share all with you, and my loyalty will always be yours. We will travel this new path together."

Misty was not prepared. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks at Jason's words, and she understood the full impact. 

He continued in her head, 'No matter how many woman we share, how many will follow us, or join us; you will always be my true and only. I want you at my side during all battles. You are the one with which I will spend every night with. Misty, I love you greatly.' Then out loud, "Misty, do you accept?"

"Yes Jason, yes. I accept." 

Jason placed the ring in her finger, stood up, took her in his arms, and they shared a kiss of love. 

Everyone congratulated them. Jason addressed Tan, "We will seek only your services when buying here, and we will be seeing each other soon."

"Thank you for coming. It was my pleasure to serve you," she slightly blushed at the puns, but was not obvious. 

Jason and Misty exited the store hand-in-hand. 

'I am very happy for the both of you, and am looking forward to the celebration tonight. Get as much as you can done today, then eat a real good meal and be sure to drink lavishly.'

"Miranda," they said to each other smiling. Jason led them to a bank. 

They walked in asking for the next possible private consultation. A tall, white man came to assist them, but Misty quickly rejected him. "Definitely not you. Someone else please. A woman." 

Jason looked at her quizzically. 

"I read his mind. He didn't want to help, he wanted to stare. And, although I want to make everyone jealous of you does not mean that I want to waste our time doing it."

"Wonderful."

"Hi! My name is Jessica, how may I help you?" said a petite, but well proportioned Latina. 

"Hello Jessica, we are here open up transfer limits, as well as a business acount. Do you mind helping us out?"

"Sure, come with me."

"Jessica. The amounts are touchy. Do you mind taking us somewhere private?" Asked Jason. 

"Of course. Come with me." She spoke to the manager, who gave her a key, and continue to the office. She liked this people. She was very pretty, and he was very handsome, and she felt comfortable with them. Unable to contain herself she spoke as soon as the door was closed behind her. "I cannot believe you just rejected the manager so easily!"

"He's a leech!" Misty said rolling her eyes.

"He is!" She was ecstatic, and proud to be helping this couple. "The way you did it. Okay, sorry about that. Please have a sit, but may I first give you a hug?"

"Of course," Misty said. 

The bouncy Latina did just that. "Okay. How may I help you?"

"This is my card, id, and account number. Misty can you please give her your ID as well."

"Um. I don't think I have it."

"It's in your bag."

"Oh." Misty looked in her bag and found all her personal paperwork. So there was no need to go back to her apartment at all. 

'How did you...'

'Miranda did it.'

'I have to remember to thank her.'

'I'm sure you will!' He winked at her.

Jessica was sure something had just happened, but did not know exactly what. She decided to ignore it, accessing the account. When she saw how much there was, her mouth became dry, and she swallowed hard. She asked with a slight tremble, "Sir, I am unsure if I am qualified to handle this account. I am not so experienced."

Jason was prepared. He had been reading her mind, pushing himself to look in to her experiences here in the bank. She noticed she was a hard worker, and at times an overachiever, but she really knew her stuff. She wanted a promotion, and really professional. However, it seemed that this manager was holding her back. There was one occasion were the manager had asked for a sexual favor if Jessica wanted to improve he changes of promotion.

"You are more than fine. We are looking to work with one person only, and do not wish to switch around. Since Misty has chosen you, then you will be fine for all our needs."

"But sir," she spoke with slight agitation, "it is policy that I should turn over this account to our manager. I am so sorry."

"Is he the one to decide this?"

"Yes."

"Very well. Call him in here please."

Jessica got up a bit disappointed, calling the manager inside, then prepared to leave herself. "No Jessica, you stay."

"How may I help you, sir?" Asked the leeching manager.

"Please have a look at my account."

"Glad to, sir." He arranged his coat before sitting down. The slight pomp did not go unnoticed by Misty and Jason. Although, they were sure that it was only to put Jessica down. 

Jason did not like him. 

"What would you like to do sir?" the manager continued. 

"I wish for Jessica to be allowed to, and be the only one to assist me."

"I'm sorry, sir. But, Jessica is not qualified to handle such accounts. It is company policy that after a certain amount I am to handle such transactions."

"I will put this simply. Either you allow this to happen, or I will take my complete business elsewhere." 

The manger seemed shocked. He didn't want to lose the business. The amount this young man had in the bank was quite high, which was unnatural that not only had he not noticed it, but that the young man wanted to work with this woman, and not with him who was the real professional. 

"You are running out of time. We have many things to take care-of, and I wish not to waste my time while you ponder."

Misty had never known this side of Jason. He had always seen him as shy. But, the way he was handling it all was such a turn-on. 

The manager stuttered slightly and clearing his throat spoke, "Very well, sir. I will make this exception for you only." He stood to leave.

Jason stopped him. "Please notate the account appropriately, and give Jessica the appropriate access so she can handle all herself, without the need to contact someone else in the bank, or a headquarters office."

"But, sir."

"Is this too complicated for you?" Asked Jason exasperatedly.

"Very well, sir." He typed for a few minutes. Took a piece of paper out and wrote down a password. Then addressing Jessica, "this is the temporary password. Please change it as soon as you have the opportunity. Do not only use cases and numbers, but other symbols as well. I leave you with your sole assistant, sir." He left the office. 

An appalled Jessica sat down. She did not know what to say. All this meant that she had just gotten promoted. 'Would there be an announcement at the next company meeting?' She wondered. Then came back to earth. 

"Oh my God! Thank you so much. I don't know what to say!"

"A thank you will do," spoke Misty brightly.