Sheila Davenport felt thoroughly in her element while sitting with the two young men. Glancing at Linda Webster, she conveyed her confidence with a smile. They'd encountered Dave Williams and John Kasper at the fitness center of their apartment complex several days prior. Immediately, their unlimited financial resources were sensed. Both had money-plenty of it. The gold wristwatch and the expensive clothes had put her on alert. Sheila was an expert at reading men: she could accurately recite their personal statistics: single, twenty-two or three years of age, recently out of college, in the process of leisurely submitting their resumes to top-rated companies-more than-likely golfing acquaintances of their executive fathers-while enjoying a spurt of independence. She believed their current living expenses stemmed from the substantial contributions of their families. Neither seemed in any particular hurry to secure employment. They were at a point in their lives where they could afford to be foolish and indulgent.
Sheila's assumptions were validated during an exciting dinner at a lavish restaurant that evening. Dave and John divulged backgrounds remarkably similar to the ones Sheila had fostered in her mind. They were indeed on a generous allowance until a stream of steady paychecks made their parents' subsidizations unnecessary. ("Dad has money transferred into a bank account for me every week," Dave had bragged. "If I need more, all I need do is call.") Transportation was provided by a brand-new Lincoln Continental, which retained its factory-fresh smell.
"Nice car," Linda had commented, smoothing her hand over the leather upholstery.
"Dad loaned it to us while we're settling in," Dave revealed. "He can afford to-he's got three others."
"How goes your job search?" Sheila inquired. "Have you made progress?"
John guffawed. "We're giving ourselves the summer to play before adapting to the time clock. We busted our asses at school. Perhaps by Fall, we'll polish up our resumes and make a sincere go at it. Until then, we can't be bothered sweating it."
"Yeah," Dave appended, "there's no rush."
"Won't your parents expect you to put forth a sincere effort at laliding a job?" Linda asked.
"Sure, they're expecting it," Dave mentioned, "but that doesn't mean we have to come through. We're entitled to a little R & R."
"Without a doubt," John snickered, boldly squeezing Sheila's thigh. "School was pretty dull. We're cutting loose, and living it up. We're going to party-and enjoy every fucking minute of it, whether our parents like it or not."
Both she and Linda were suitably appreciative of the money spent on them. Fifty dollar bills were arrogantly flaunted about. They bestowed their dinner companions with sizzling kisses and affectionately stroked their arms. It wasn't difficult to summon lust: both were clean-cut and good-looking. Standing at six feet and delectably muscular, they exuded a strapping masculinity that would have invariably drawn them. Dave had light brown hair while John's was dark and slicked back. They moved with athletic grace, their bodies meticulously trained. Sheila and Linda had gazed enthusiastically at them while going through their warm up exercises before attempting the weight machines. Watching them test their biceps and pectorals sent an electric shiver through their systems.
The men returned their hot scrutiny with one of mounting temperature. Sheila had been attired in a tight-fitting leotard and pair of tights. The lips of her pussy were clearly on display as she straddled the thigh-trimming apparatus and proceeded to break into a sweat. Her soft, succulent features mesmerized them. Her full, sensual lips rounded as she exerted herself. Her large, jutting tits pushed high when her arms went up, her nipples bulging prominently through the material. Sheila had taken care in choosing a low-cut leotard so that ample cleavage was exhibited. Her long, brunette hair whipped from side to side while she involved herself in that slenderizing routine. Those emerald green eyes flashed at the pumping of adrenaline. At twenty-eight, she was at her peak condition.
Linda, not to be upstaged, hurled herself into a comparably enthralling drill. Her slim, exciting figure had the power to captivate any hot-blooded male. Few people suspected she and Sheila were half-sisters. Linda, too, was dark-haired as well as dark-eyed; her pupils had a deep, penetrating quality. Her ass was curvaceously elegant. Although she did not share in Sheila's bust size, she was appetizingly lean. She didn't seem at all thirty; her flawless complexion and high cheekbones erased the signs of her age.
Initial dialogue between the two parties had been sparse. It was of no surprise that the men stumbled upon them the following day, at the same time, in the fitness center. There was something deliciously intimate about sharing a room in which both of them oozed with sweat and moaned from expending their energies. The girls were more conversant than before, pleasantly contributing to their playful comments. John boldly suggested that they have dinner together; Sheila, acting as spokeswoman, readily accepted.
The girls were invited to the men's apartment afterward. Sheila noted the look of triumph John and Dave exchanged. They were rather proud of themselves: snaring two gorgeous women that served as ornaments to their flowering egos. She sensed that they were both of the opinion they "had it made" and that she and Linda would gladly submit to whatever they proposed.
Sheila winked at Linda. The two men hadn't the remotest idea of what would occur-nor did they suspect the advantage the girls had over them.
Ironically, they never would.
John, continuing in his role as host, produced cans of beer for all. Sheila and Linda weren't particularly thrilled about the choice of libation, but accepted it without comment. Beer tended to be the preference in a bachelor setting. Their consumption would be limited to a few sips.
Dave switched on some soft rock music to make the atmosphere more conducive to what they had in mind. The lights were adjusted to least brilliance in a bid to increase the libido.
Prior to arranging themselves at the men's disposal, Sheila took a brief inventory of the apartment. John and Dave's parents had donated notable artwork to spruce up the place. ("Nice stuff, huh?" John had quipped. "My parents thought the place could use some class. There was plenty of it laying around at home, so they had it sent over. I suppose it helps, but neither of us could care less.") Sheila counted several exquisite pieces effectively displayed, in addition to some impressive antiques-all of which commanded a steep cash surrender value. Linda, she was certain, conducted a similar surveillance.
Sheila's fascination with their material possessions was well-concealed. She projected an abundance of enthusiasm and a minimum of calculation.
John positioned himself flush with her voluptuous body. The press of his solid, muscular form warranted her strong palpitations. Mmmmm. His chest edged against her left tit while he draped his arm around her shoulder. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you as a neighbor," he whispered huskily into her ear.
Her lips curved. The robust scent of his aftershave enhanced that quiver in her groin. "The feeling is quite mutual."
Sheila devoted her full concentration on him. John had aroused her with his appetizing closeness. Her pussy tightened with excitement as she considered fucking him. Those few sessions in the fitness center when she had glimpsed his partially naked flesh mired with sweat-his sinew-rich arms and thighs-had all brought her desire into focus. The snarl made during his movement of those imposing weights precipitated a flood of moisture between her legs. She's been wholly observant of the shape his cock and balls made against his athletic shorts. The urge to mount him at that precise moment had possessed her.
John slipped inside her blouse. His hand skillfully encompassed Sheila's plump tit. Grazing her soft flesh with his thumb, he encountered a gold chain with a diamond pendant. "Wow," he muttered. "That's slick."
"It's a family heirloom," Sheila remarked.
"It suits you." Promptly discounting it, he squeezed her boob until the nipple popped from the frilly border of her bra. Sheila's pink nugget captivated him. "Mmmmm. I like that better."
A sharp intake of air escaped Sheila as John enclosed that stiff peak with his mouth. She was ill-prepared for that expert circling of his tongue. Ohhhhhh. She sank against a corner pillow, her lips twisting in delight. John grabbed more, his style impressive. Mastering an agenda of academic subjects wasn't his sole accomplishment while on campus. He obviously perfected a technique that made him popular with the opposite sex.
Sheila glanced over at her half-sister, who clearly made a splash with Dave as well. Nearly on top of her, Dave had his knee wedged between her legs, which stirred to intentionally stimulate. His teeth gently raked her vibrant lips. Linda's faint sob echoed in the background. She permitted his anxious fingers to roam her compact breasts. A diamond pendant comparable to her own surfaced. Sheila saw it glitter against Linda's swelling bosom.
There was absolutely no reluctance on either of their part to take pleasure with a man while in the same room. Sheila's desire was often spurred by the discriminating eyes of her half-sister. Linda had disclosed many times that her erotic inspiration coincided when Sheila was several feet away.
Sheila clenched her teeth as hot drool streaked down her exposed flesh. John made no attempt to contain the excess that escaped his oral clamp. The sensation of it coursing over her skin brought an involuntary shiver. She gazed down at herself, amazed to see how he succeeded in honing her nipple to a point.
"That feels good," she whispered.
John grinned, then went about unbuttoning her blouse. Her permission was not sought, nor did he attempt to read her expression before commencing. He-likely weighed her winded response and pursued the role of aggressor. Sheila's prolonged moan served as affirmation.
Sheila's entire groin tightened in anticipation. She could scarcely wait to smother him with her hungry snatch. Her pussy ached for something hard and persistent that wouldn't easily tire. John left no doubt he was equipped to handle the situation.
John's mouth inched down her uncovered flesh, leaving a trail of moisture with his curling tongue. She trembled as his warm breath filtered over her stomach. He pressed his thumbs into her soft, damp mound. Ohhhhhhh. Sheila sensed he was on the verge of locking his lips about her soaked cunt. Although in favor of receiving his eager slurps, she needed him to be in a more convenient position. Detaching herself from him wouldn't be that simple.
"No," she whispered. "I want to do you first."
Undisguised delight shaped his features. "Sure, baby," he murmured, reclining comfortably and spreading his legs apart. "Can't wait to get your mouth on it, huh? Go ahead. It's all yours."
Sheila sank to her knees before him. Both of her tits emerged from her bra, displaced by his brusque handling. She elevated them so his gaze of her ripe nipples was unbroken. John's attention was centered on them. His lips dried after a moment of intense study. Her gold chain ran into her cleavage while the diamond pendant swung below her immense globes. Without prematurely directing him toward her precious jewel, she offered a delicious distraction by lifting each breast and bringing her nipples into appetizing alignment. Her pink nubs bulged between her pinched fingers.
"Christ, are you stacked," he mumbled. "Whew."
Sheila smirked at his compliment. "How would you like having your cock buried between them?"
"That sounds like fun."
"I could wrap my tits around your dick," Sheila went on in a throaty tone while negotiating his belt. She slipped it off without wasting a minute. "Did you ever get fucked by a pair of big tits?"
His Adam's apple shifted. "Not like yours."
Sheila clasped the metal tag of his zipper and began a teasing descent. "I'll bet you can go for hours."
"Think you can keep me interested?" he shot back, visibly game. The ring of conceit returned in his voice.
He had on a pair of dark blue Calvin Klein underwear that showed a faint sign of an erection. John obviously required further stimulation to bring him to the desired performance level. She lowered his waistband and gazed at his flaccid dick. Either her prevailing efforts bore no effect on him, or he preferred having her work him into a towering swell. Although limp, she perceived he had a nice one. "Sure," she declared after several heartbeats. "Just sit back and let me do all the work."
John smugly folded his hands behind his head while Sheila relieved him of his pants. Mmmmmmm. She recalled the hair-dusted muscular thighs that originally commanded her fascination at the fitness center; they surrounded her naked tits.
"Oh, God," Linda cried out. "Ohhhhhh."
Sheila glanced at her half-sister just as she settled onto Dave's bare lap. His cock pushed into her slick pussy. Although her heavy gasp sounded, Linda anxiously absorbed him. Dave's thick shaft stretched her to capacity.
"Oh, yeah," Dave grunted, verbally ecstatic to feed his solid mass between those slim thighs. Linda's cunt grabbed his enlarged member as she soared to the tip, then reversed direction and gobbled him whole. "Jesus. Oh, baby. That's it. Take every bit. Ahhhhhh."
Linda arched her spine. In doing so, Sheila spotted the diamond pendant thudding against her tits. Dave's eyes were closed, shutting off all sight of it. Sheila was fairly certain her half-sister would overturn that reflex.
In the meantime, the wet slap of their groins reverberated. Sheila's arousal deepened. A warm trickle of excitement seeped from her sodden core.
Without hesitation, she lowered her face. John's salt-laced flesh flavored her palate. She ran her tongue over the domed head, skillfully circling his cum slit. The twitch of life abruptly followed. Opening her mouth, she captured a substantial portion of his slack member and began to systematically pull on it. A bubbly application layered that section. Back and forth she wove, gathering him up with her curling tongue and massaging lips. She sucked gently, humming against his cock. His strength began building with each irresistible pass. Gradually, she drew out his length with her sucking lips. His stomach muscles tensed. He placed his fingertips on her head, then gradually encompassed her entire skull. She heard his breathing labor as he grew inside her mouth. He climbed in size until smashed to the warm roof before inching into her throat.
"Yeah, baby," he gasped, urging her to tighten about his swollen cock. His chest expanded. He exhaled with difficulty. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop."
Sheila fondled his balls while swallowing him. His dark pubes curled around her fingers. "Mmmmmm," she growled against his hard, male flesh. It had all but silenced her. John, as she predicted, had given her quite a mouthful. His wild pulsations thrilled her to no end. "Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhh."
Of the two, Linda was the first to place Dave under her control. She rose and fell on his strong, smooth thighs, enjoying the eye-popping jab of his cock. Her pussy greased his shaft during its urgent stroke. Clasping him firmly by the shoulders, she rode his bone-solid member. His wide base placed greater demand on the limitation of her cunt lips, provoking a moan that couldn't be helped. Nevertheless, she ground herself to that rock-hard bulk and derived total satisfaction. Ohhhhhhhh. Her velvety ass cheeks kissed his balls with each abandoned descent. It felt incredible to encase that splendid monster.
The myriad colors, however, spilled from Linda's pendant while it thumped against her pert breasts. Dave's dark eyes, glazed over from the bombardment of sensations Linda produced, imperceptibly shifted to the brilliant gem. While fighting to compose her breath, Linda made every attempt to prolong his study of it. She reduced her feverish pace so that he did not lose sight of its mesmerizing power. She continued to hump him, but at a more leisurely rate.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she purred into his ear.
Dave groaned as that moist, tight cunt encompassed him. Linda squeezed him with all she had. Ahhhhhh. And yet, as sweet as her clench was, he found himself drawn to the explosion of color centered on her bosom. He had been scarcely aware of it while Linda rose and fell on him; it simply swung madly about her neck, a meaningless decoration. Now that he had scaled the heights of pleasure, its existence became inescapable.
"You don't want to stop looking at it, do you?" she went on in a dreamy voice. "It commands your attention." Lightly, she clasped his head. Her enameled hails raked through his light brown hair. "You can't ignore it, baby. Go ahead. Look at it. Oh, yeah."
Dave's pupils dilated after extensive scrutiny. He hadn't intended to place great importance on that piece of jewelry, but something in Linda's voice forced him to comply. His hands, which possessively clasped her trim buttocks, fell to his sides.
Carefully, Linda lifted herself from his cock. It ached to detach her pussy from that thick shaft, particularly since its thrusts had given her pleasure. Dave, however, was in a frozen state; her disengagement from him had to be swift and without fumble. Any miscalculation would have jarred him from her hypnotic influence. She stepped back, inspecting his demeanor. His lack of emotion pleased her. His induction had been successful.
Sheila wasn't far behind. Her tits were level with John's gaze. She licked his erect cock slyly while brandishing her pendant. His eyes grew heavy as she held it in position, silently ordering him to obey.
"You can't take your eyes off it, can you?" she slurred between laps. She tongued his throbbing shaft, wriggling about the array of veins. "Don't even try. Surrender to the urge. Find the center of light. I dare you."
John's pupils enlarged, then became suspended. She held his will in check. Instantly, Sheila withdrew. Any subsequent disruption on her part would awaken him. She promptly rose to her feet.
"That was easy," Linda pronounced to her half-sister. Though both men were entranced, their cocks stood straight up. The stupor in which they were spirited did not diminish the strength of their erections. "There wasn't the least bit of challenge. They went under rather quickly. I think I prefer slightly more resistance, if only to increase the fun."
"We're not here merely to have fun," Sheila corrected. "We've got to hustle. Have you made any firm decisions as to what you're planning to take?"
Linda shrugged. "I don't think it wise to totally strip them of their valuables. We'll leave a few items behind, possibly for our next expedition. First, let's check their wallets for cash, then we'll explore the place for any hidden treasures."
"Excellent plan." Sheila surveyed John one final time. His blank expression was precisely what she foresaw. Rarely did her pendant fail her. Dave had been similarly dispatched. Prior to restoring their presence of mind, they would individually plant subconscious instructions that would prevent the two young men from remembering a single detail. The disappearance of their personal property would be shrouded in mystery. After finishing with them, neither John nor Dave would recall their subjugation, nor the whereabouts of their material possessions-conceivably forgetting that they ever had them. Furthermore, she and Linda had the ability to expand upon the evening's conquest and make slaves of the young men at will. Their posthypnotic suggestion would allow for their total obedience to be reinstated.
Luring people into mental domination for profit had been a talent the two sisters developed shortly after their acquisition of the diamond pendants and mastering the art of using them. Hypnosis had unlocked a means of obtaining riches beyond their comprehension, without violence and without detection. Briefly, Sheila went it alone and amassed a fortune that would have been otherwise impossible without her mesmerizing powers. Naturally, working solo had its inherent risks. Sheila learned an expensive lesson in that respect. Sheila continued to be haunted by her past association with a man named Sam Andriola, who possessed spellbinding gifts superior to hers. He had heard of her phenomenal success through the underworld in which people like them traveled, tracked her down, then tricked her into serving him. For several months, Sheila was his slave-his partner in crime. They were a very efficient team: even more money poured through their hands. Her bondage hadn't been entirely unpleasant. During that period, Sam proved to be a magnificent lover-a flair for which hypnosis shared no part. He had shown her pleasure she had never known before; unfortunately, it came at a steep price.
Luckily, Linda found her after a relentless search and forced Sam to release her from his control. They fled halfway across the country and settled in Seattle, Washington. Working with her half-sister was a refreshing departure, Sheila's rationale was completely intact. Her previous arrangement had hardly suited her.
Sheila feared coming into contact with Sam Andriola again. No doubt, he would exact a poetic revenge. She counted on the measures she and Linda had taken to cover their trail to Seattle.
Sheila and Linda carefully selected their prey. They only stole from the rich-particularly spoiled, privileged young men like Dave and John. Items they accumulated were methodically disposed of through channels unique to professional burglars. Profits were cleanly split fifty-fifty. As half-sisters, Sheila and Linda never cheated one another.
Sheila prowled the apartment, targeting her spoils. Paintings, relics and other paraphernalia were hers for the Choosing. She and Linda made a habit of not being utterly greedy; they based their selections on rapid liquidation merit. Neither wanted to encounter problems ridding themselves of their plundered goods.
Linda bent to go through a drawer and let out a soft moan. She cupped her mound, then gave it an obliging squeeze. She still tingled where Dave had been. God, it felt incredible. For a man of twenty-two, he packed tremendous power between his legs. While rocking on his lap, she had been dangerously close to cumming. That hard dick had generated sparks. The urge to have an orgasm before putting their plan into motion tempted her. Of course, that would have been a mistake-not with a vital job hanging in the balance. They would be resuming their adventure at the conclusion of their heist. Linda anxiously awaited another round with that rigid cock. Once she freed Dave from his dazed state, his thirst for sex would be doubled. Linda wanted very much to participate in that frantic session.
Because hypnosis hinged on locking and unlocking specific portions of a person's brain, the result was deliciously satisfying. Primarily in the case of men, restoring their presence of mind tended to heighten their appetite to an unprecedented degree.
Sheila and Linda collected a number of things within a short span of time. Donning their clothes, they brought them to their apartment, where they were stored in a locked room. In the morning, Linda would conduct negotiations with their correspondent to take them.
They returned to the apartment, noting the few bare walls and empty cabinets. Their sifting hadn't been totally blatant. Discretion had been exercised.
Their clothes thrown into a heap, they were naked as before. Sheila went before John, as Linda engaged Dave. Each spoke to their subject in the same dreamy tone previously employed. The men were as they left them: naked and swollen. Time hadn't diminished the strength of their erections. They stared into space, their will power drained.
"You are forbidden to recall this incident," Sheila sternly commanded, kneeling between John's legs. She was conscientious about not touching him. "The items that were removed from your premises will not be missed. You will have no recollection of ever owning them. Even after released, you will be compelled to do my bidding. You are my slave. Nothing can thwart your serving me. At my signal, you will be ready to oblige me again. Nod if you understand."
Mechanically, John obeyed.
"Good. Now that we have forged an agreement, I will awaken you. Remember, I have erased the incident from your memory. What transpired before you went under, and what shall occur in the next moment, will be patched together."
Linda intoned instructions parallel to those Sheila gave. Also on her haunches, she prepared to deliver Dave from his trance. They motioned to one another, then went on to revive them.
Sheila bent her head and let out her tongue. Linda copied her method of resuscitation. They each licked the balls of their men. Warm, bubbly spittle was lashed over the thick, salty skin.
John blinked several times, his pupils high in his sockets. It took a moment for him to refocus on Sheila and the location of her superb tip. He groaned as the sensation she produced made the connection to his nervous system. "Ahhhhhhhh. Oh, baby. Oh, yeah. Slurp them. Use that tongue."
Dave jerked to life. He exited the haze that had momentarily enveloped him only to find Linda attending to his balls. How she had managed to leave his lap and get on the floor was irrelevant. He welcomed her brisk, foamy execution. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Having a woman's wriggling tip concentrating on that delicate area was a gratifying treat.
Sheila continued to sweep John's cock with a wealth of saliva kisses until it was brought to trembling fury. The large, bulbous head grew in proportion to the stimulation it received. A reddish hue, it appeared at the brink of explosion. Sheila expected the aggravated slit to open and give birth the spurts of goo that would invariably splatter her face.
John veered from that logical path. Instead, he rose to his feet, dragging Sheila up with him. He devoured her sensual lips in a long, fever-inducing kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, impatiently combing that sweet vacuum. Sheila greeted his frenzied brush with moaning encouragement. She felt his anxiety level swiftly climb the scale. The side effect of having tweaked his cerebral hemisphere caused insatiable lust. A fire brewed in his balls; she intended to relieve him of it. It was the least she could do after having robbed him.
John steered her onto the sofa where he had previously sat. Sheila, flat on her back with legs elevated, observed the removal of her panties; they rustled down her slim, mouth-watering thighs. The scent of her desire wafted as the material fled its cover. Her tantalizing secretions seeped from the borders of her lush cunt lips. He went down on her nest of dark curls, lapping the sugary excess. Sheila immediately curved her back and moaned. Ohhhhhhh. That unexpected ticklish flare sent a scrumptious current through her entire body. He opened the drenched flaps with his sinuous tip, quickly pinpointing her clit. She bulged against its stirring flutter.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, her ass thumping on the cushions. "Oh, yeah, baby. Yeah. Ohhhh. Don't stop."
"Mmmmmm," he growled against that damp patch. "Mmmmm." His thumbs came into play, pinning back the boundaries so that he could dab them with his tongue. Having sufficiently cleaned them of juice, he ravenously sought her love button. His slurps were agonizingly thorough. He surrounded, then whipped that warm pebble until Sheila's vision blurred.
Sheila slumped against the pillows, gasping for air. "Lick my pussy. Ohhhhhh. Suck my clit. Jesus, does that feel good."
Meanwhile, Linda orally attended Dave. Her lips were cemented about his broad cock while her tongue relentlessly thrashed the large vein of his underside. The captured portion of him was soaked in hot drool. Linda massaged his balls with her thumbs, fashioning exquisite circles.
"Doesn't it taste good, baby?" he muttered before trailing off in a prolonged groan. "Oh, yeah. Suck it. Suck my dick with those tight lips. Lock them around me. Ahhhhhh. You're incredible."
Linda's dark hair spilled over her face as she worked him with her mouth. Reluctant to deny him the sizzling visuals to which he had grown accustomed, she flipped it over her shoulders without skipping a beat. More of his cock sank into her face. He groaned as inch by inch, he disappeared in that awesome, red ring.
Linda sucked him into a jarring swelter. Her tangy juices still clung to his skin from their fuck. The impulse to sit on him again formed a strong temptation. A throbbing reminder of him raged in her pussy. That giant, thriving hard-on burrowing into her soft folds would easily get her off. Merely sucking on him brought an outbreak of marvelous chills. Mmmmmm. He was delicious. She elected to put his pleasure first and see his enjoyment reach a satisfying conclusion.
"Take more of it," he insisted, leaning into that tingling cavern. His balls strained against her pumping lips. "Christ. Oh, yeah. Suck me. Eat that thing." Linda endured the brunt of his demanding thrust, lingering with his balls resting on her chin. After a second, she slid back, her eyes moist and reflecting surfeit. Dave trembled, digesting that swirl of commotion when her mouth came back to him, ready for more. A hoarse cry rose from the pit of his throat as she swallowed him whole. His Adam's apple vibrated, his eyes rolling up into their sockets. "Jesus. Ahhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. That's it. Keep going."
Linda drew powerfully upon him. She filled her entire mouth, wringing his flavor with a twist of her expert lips. At the rate she went, she anticipated a screaming eruption. She kept an eye on Dave and witnessed his dwindling stamina. He was clearly no match for her oral intensity.
Dave's verbal ecstasy, combined with Sheila's, provoked John's lust to an inalterable point. He promptly withdrew his worming tongue and leaned over her voluptuous form. Sheila writhed deliriously against the cushions, thrusting her riled cunt at him. Unable to tolerate her agony, he lowered his swollen cock to that slick passage. His large, rotund head split her soaked lips, then tunneled into them.
Sheila's hands immediately shot up and attached to his brawny shoulders. Her mouth twisted in pleasure. "Oh, yeah. Stick it in me. Slide your cock in there. Come on, baby. Put it where it belongs."
John had every intention of fulfilling Sheila's request. He stuck himself into that wet, clutching fissure. Ahhhhhhhhhh. He sliced into its warm, crushing activity. The exertions of her pussy nearly made him cum. Fortunately, he retained some of his staying power. He resisted the urge to shoot. Clasping Sheila's slender thighs, he crammed himself into her juicy center.
"Ohhhhhh," Sheila moaned, receiving that stiff cock. He buried it in her tormented flesh. She was barely afforded time to prepare for that riveting entry. He definitely had the equipment to please her. It felt good to have a man occupy that frustrated space. Her cunt immediately constricted about that sturdy member. She pushed forward, watching her snatch consume him. Her ankles were perched on his shoulders. His balls rested on her wrinkled anus. That bone-like thing throbbed in her soaked confines. She felt completely penetrated. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, wow. Now stroke it, baby. Stroke it with your hard dick."
John gave her exactly what she needed. He came at her, slow and steady, filling her pussy with total rigidity. She sobbed as he plowed into that succulent hole, making her feel every quaking inch. Back and forth he slid, generating sparks. The friction was outstanding. Sheila lay back and savored every rupturing second.
"Feel good?" he asked, huffing and puffing.
Sheila barely managed a nod. John reached deep into her cunt, driving her wild. Her legs were thrown far apart. John's fists were filled with her sleek her'ankles. Jerking forward, he groaned as her snug pussy covered him. His balls punctuated his movements with a resounding slap; her anus endured the brunt of their swinging force.
Gazing at Sheila, John vigorously pumped her. He was uncertain of the reason his libido was supercharged, but it mattered little. Pressing his stiff cock into Sheila was imperative. Each thrust seemed to bring him closer to blinding gratification. Ahhhhhhh. He couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.
Beside him, Dave grew increasingly restless. Although he could have sat and permitted Linda to bring him to orgasm with her mouth, the urge to fuck her was of critical importance. Getting sucked simply did not lend itself to the gut-wrenching discharge he craved.
Abruptly, he plucked himself from her slobbering orifice. "Hurry," he croaked. "Get up here."
Linda did not immediately comprehend his plea. Thrilling him with that monstrosity in her mouth had left her woozy.
Dave hoisted her onto the opposite end of the sofa, inches apart from John and Sheila. He deposited her on its arm, with her ass propped high. Her legs separated, furnishing a delectable view of her moist snatch.
Without a foundation for the sudden clutch of animalism, Dave commenced as though a fireball had been lodged in the base of his cock. He seized that luscious rump and carefully massaged it. Linda's ass was firm and proportionate. He enclosed it with both hands, pinching her fine flesh, then divided the halves with his thumbs. Her pink anus winked at him. His dick stretched painfully before him. He closed the distance between them. His stout helmet, dripping with Linda's saliva, pressed into that wrinkled hole. It seemed enormous in relation to the space she had to fit him. Nonetheless, Dave had need of it.
"Ohhhhh," Linda sobbed, fully aroused. Dave's rounded tip pulsed furiously against her rectum. She squirmed, yet held herself ready to digest his bulk. Pushing her ass toward him, she helped in completing the connection. Dave slid into her smooth, curvaceous butt. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, yeah, baby. Fill my ass with your stiff cock."
Dave groaned as those compact buns encompassed him. "Oh, Jesus." He threw his head back, his mouth dropping open. Linda smothered him with her quivering flesh. Her anus swallowed him. Unable to contain the urge, he launched a luxurious rhythm. Pulling back, he savored the tug of his dick's skin, then drove into that awesome crack. Ahhhhh. The loving crush of Linda's buttocks celebrated his return. He repeated that lumbering movement, gasping at each turn. "Oh, yeah, baby. Let me fuck that ass. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhh. Let me stick myself in there."
"Ohhhhhh," Linda panted, writhing against the sofa. Although massive, he quenched a deep-seated thirst that rumbled through her body. Instantly, her finger went to her clit and effected a massage that supplemented his effort. She went over and over that distended bud, scratching that infectious itch. "Ohhhhh. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me with that big cock. Stroke my ass."
Dave put it where it did them the most good. He watched himself plunge into those shapely crescents. He heard Linda's slick fingers attending to her excited cunt. Her emotional outcome spurred his appetite. He moved his hips, feeding hard dick to her rectum. Fastening his hands to her waist, he dragged her flush with his sex-hungry body; his cock pounded further into the strangling force of her ass-hole.
Linda's breath came up short. Feeling that rigid thing jerking through that narrow passage elevated her joy. Ignoring the sensation he generated became impossible. She rubbed her clit faster, ascending to that ecstatic plane. "Oh, yeah. That's what I want, baby. More. Ohhhhh. Fuck me hard. Pump my ass."
Sheila moaned as John rammed her. Sweat poured down his chest in profusion. He buried his swollen member in her pussy. She glanced at the stem of his cock as it moved toward her uncoupled cunt lips, then clenched her teeth when he touched bottom. Oh, God-she really felt the man in him. "Ohhhhhhh," she wept, lifting her butt to snare more of that imposing member. She willed herself into a vise. John's cock throbbed in her clutches. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with it. Oh, yeah. Give it to me, baby. It's what I need. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhh."
John answered her call. He shoved himself into that wet snatch, letting his balls smack her. Doing her had been spectacular. Never were his senses more fully awakened. Sheila gave him tremendous pleasure. He wanted to fuck her a whole lot. Cumming would hardly put a dent in his lust; he had no doubt Sheila's voluptuous figure would renew his desire.
The apartment echoed with their feral grunts. Sheila equated the sounds to those made at the fitness center when the four of them were at peak conditioning. Fucking, in her opinion, was infinitely preferable to attempting any one of those slenderizing machines.
John pumped her for several more minutes before his features became flush. He tore out of her pussy and aimed at her shaking, sweat-covered breasts. "Can't hold back," he croaked before shooting cum on her tits. "Ugggghhhhh. Ugggghhhhh."
Sheila barely heard him. His last few thrusts sent her over the edge. She convulsed beneath his hot spurts. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Linda jerked wildly before Dave. Her finger had hit a tender spot-and precipitated a ferocious orgasm. "Oh, baby. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhh."
Hearing her climax sent Dave into a lather. He disengaged himself, then squirt jism over her trembling buttocks. His raging torrent spouted like a creamy fount.
The young men neared collapsed. Each was subjected to a draining orgasm. Post-hypnotic suggestions instilled in their subconscious, they had no clue that fucking the girls would culminate in gut-wrenching splendor.
Nor were they aware that the girls had attached invisible strings which could be pulled at will to carry out their whims.
Sheila and Linda had every intention of invoking that right for a future purpose.
CHAPTER TWO
Sheila returned from a productive shopping spree the following afternoon. A stack of packages was bound in her arms. Although she generally did not spend money foolishly, the temptation of a bargain invariably got the better of her. She purchased a few outfits that would be useful when the occasion dictated. Much of Sheila's success revolved around her ability to attract men of affluent means; portraying that role incurred a high level of maintenance and a few expenditures.
Exiting the elevator, she caught sight of a gorgeous young woman in the hall. She walked with purpose, as though on a mission. The canvas tote she swung appeared to contain the reason for her sure footing. When the two were almost parallel, they engaged in strong eye contact. Sheila instantly felt the pull of lust. Women occasionally caught her eye. The young woman was fair-haired, blue-eyed and petite, and she was deliciously symmetrical. The word succulent instantly came to mind. She assessed her age at twenty-one. Sheila pictured herself partaking of that lush mound tucked behind the pair of skintight jeans. She had provoking, saucy breasts; their jiggling movements within her formfitting T-shirt functioned as an incentive.
"Do you know the way to the fitness center?" she abruptly asked.
"Take the elevator to the top, and hang a right."
She beamed. "Thanks. We just moved here, and I haven't a clue where anything is."
The inference of "we" prompted Sheila's curiosity. She inspected the girl's finger for a ring and found none. There was no gut feeling that she represented wealth. Although the building catered to an elite crowd, the studio apartments were affordable to those without deep pockets. Sheila normally did not warm to people with whom she had no designs. Nevertheless, the young woman intrigued her. "I had the same problem during my first week, but I managed to gain my bearings."
"I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I'm Paula Meyers."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Sheila Davenport." Paula extend her hand, then realized Sheila was at a disadvantage. "How thoughtless of me. Let me help you with those bags. Your arms look ready to give."
Sheila was far from experiencing difficulty, yet permitted Paula to assist. The girl's pleasant nature was a refreshing departure from some of her other neighbors. Sheila was in no hurry for them to part company. The idea of studying her in a swelter at the fitness center fanned the flames of desire.
"Wow. You've got a really nice place," Paula gushed upon entering. "We don't have nearly as much room."
"You have a roommate?" Sheila probed.
"My boyfriend." Her face momentarily darkened. "We're sort of having a fight right now. He's been extremely moody. Everything I do is criticized. Sometimes, I don't think I fit the image he has of himself."
"Men are often disappointing in that respect. Those with egos tend to be insensitive." Relief swept through her as she deposited her packages on the table. Hopefully, their relationship wasn't solid. Sheila sensed vibrations about Paula that lent themselves to the question. She wondered if the girl favored sexual experimentation. Many her age did. "Would you care for something to drink? I've wine, beer and soft drinks."
"I really ought to get myself to the fitness center. I thought that if I got myself in the habit of working out, my boyfriend might pay me more notice."
Sheila waved off her protestations. "If he doesn't see you as an exquisite creature, he's blind."
Paula's eyes perked. "Do you honestly believe that?"
"Of course, I do. I never extended unwarranted credit. If someone deserves a compliment, I gladly voice it." Sheila motioned to the sofa. "Have a seat. I'll change into my exercise attire and join you."
"That would be nice. I find it much more fun to exercise with someone-it's less discouraging."
An excitement fueled Paula. She seemed hungry for companionship. Sheila wondered if an underlying element struck a spark. Furnishing her an incentive might divulge that aspect of her character.
Sheila donned her tights and leotard, taking special care in arranging her breasts. Her sports bra, which offered maximum support, showcased her big tits. She closely examined her reflection. Not an inch of excess flab was found on her sleek frame. Sheila made a religion of keeping her figure in prime condition.
Her diamond pendant sat on her dresser. She saw no reason to wear it. Sheila never hypnotized anyone simply for pleasure. She derived her enjoyment from genuine submission. The pendant was used solely for enlarging her personal wealth. Before leaving her bedroom, she thought about leaving Linda a note. Her half-sister had mentioned running a few errands and was undecided when she would return.
Paula's eyes flared at the sight of Sheila's transformation. Sensational workout garb had replaced her blouse and skirt. Sheila glimpsed the flash of tongue skimming across her lips while assessing her altered appearance. Paula's lengthening stare underscored her suspicions. The girl might favor intimacy separate from her ongoing relationship.
Sheila was determined not to rush matters. If their exercise session yielded disappointing results, she would chalk the incident to miscommunication. On the other hand, if she effectively played her hand, the afternoon would end on a delirious note.
Paula encountered a few complications when initially operating some machines. Sheila had to make several adjustments before they were passable to Paula. She displayed patience in accepting Paula's athletic limitations, which immediately set the tone for friendship. Sheila, accustomed to a demanding workout, underplayed her capabilities as a means of retaining her modesty. She could have easily spun circles around Paula, yet refrained from doing so.
"I can't believe people actually enjoy doing this," Paula griped after struggling with the Leg Press. "God. I'm going to hurt big time by tonight."
"You'll be fine," Sheila mentioned, calmly operating the Stair Climber. She had been stealing glances at Paula's diminutive figure, acutely aware of her tiny waist and perky breasts. The girl enthralled her. She fancied young women of her fragile construction. "Relax. Take it in stride. Exercise is a language to which your body adapts; once given a taste, it'll crave more."
"That's easy for you to say," Paula needled. "Look at you: toned to perfection. Your shape is to die for."
Sheila questioned whether Paula would care for a sample. The thought of her running a tongue through her pussy was more than she could mentally process. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Satisfaction could only be obtained if Paula voluntarily solicited it. Sheila would never order it through hypnosis-that went against her personal code.
"Tell me of your boyfriend," Sheila petitioned. "What's he like?"
Despite her prior torment over discussing him, a few details were contributed. "How can I describe Angelo? He's your classic Italian: tall, dark and handsome. In addition, he's witty, has a good sense of humor, and definitely makes the earth shake in the bedroom. There is, however, a very intense side of him that never fails to puzzle me."
Sheila shrugged. "Italians embrace intensity. It's an integral part of their character."
"I suppose, but when he seizes me with those dark eyes, I feel as though I'm stripped raw-emotionally defenseless. Unspoken accusation is always churning, always present."
Paula's assessment baffled her. "You mentioned something of your not meeting his expectations. What does he insist you become?"
Paula shrugged. "I suppose he wants me to be more like him."
"That's preposterous. You're entitled to preserve your own qualities. He has no right to impose change." Sheila disliked Paula's portrayal of Angelo. He sounded as though he valued control, having no tolerance for originality. She discounted her clandestine undertakings; those expeditions served a lucrative purpose.
Sheila paused. Pronouncing her boyfriend a jerk might backfire. Paula's nonchalance could be temporary, and any negative remarks could subsequently count against her. She resisted from further airing her opinion.
Being someone Paula could seek for comfort appealed to Sheila.
A reverberant bell had been struck. Paula vacated the Leg Press and went to Sheila. A spark of recognition flared in her eyes. An untamable sensation manifested itself in the pit of her groin. Sheila concluded that if Paula touched her, the firewall of her defense system would crumble.
"I wish I had your spirit, Sheila," Paula murmured, coming closer. "I'd fare victoriously in battle."
"You simply have to speak your mind." Her voice grew faint. Her groin was flooded with moisture. Paula continued to narrow the distance between them. Sheila noticed the stubs pushing their way through her T-shirt. Paula's nipples were erect, burgeoning with excitement.
"I'm sorry," Paula murmured, abruptly halting. "I shouldn't inconvenience you with my problems."
Sheila held her arms open in compassion.
"Come here."
The invitation did not need repeating. Paula floated toward her, moving seductively against Sheila's aroused body. Those rock-hard nubs dug into her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The press of Paula's hands was exhilarating-especially when they traveled down Sheila's back and groped her ass. Their mouths came together in an excited rush. Sheila reveled in Paula's lustful exploration. The mingling of heat and saliva catapulted them to dizzying heights.
Instinctively, Sheila ground her crotch against Paula. The girl moaned, then returned her pressure with equal abandon. Unable merely to digest the sensation, Sheila took the initiative and yanked Paula's T-shirt up to uncover those swollen nuggets. Paula's nipples were a mouthwatering pink. Sheila panted at the sight of them. An urge to suck them superimposed itself over her every conscious thought.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Paula sobbed seconds after Sheila wrapped her lips about her fleshy stub and drew powerfully upon it. Her fingers circled, then caressed the other. Paula's head veered back at the reeling commotion. "Oh, yes. Yes."
Paula's sweat, coupled with her natural flavors, sent Sheila into a frenzy. She darted over her inflamed nipple, then immediately sought its twin. She took it in a hot pucker, extracting its sweetness with an expert twist. "Mmmmm," came Sheila's hoarse affirmation when cramming a nipple in her mouth and vibrating against its thrilling shape. "Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhh."
Paula was not to be outdone. She tore Sheila's leotard open and released her large tits from the sports bra. Those heaving mountains of flesh sprang from confinement, anxious to receive Paula's tongue. Though her style wasn't nearly as polished, Paula managed to appease the beast that raged through Sheila's system. She engaged one stout nipple with a satisfying suck after rubbing her lips imaginatively over her tit. When Paula receded, Sheila's nub dripped with saliva. She attacked the other with identical fervor. By the time Paula was through, Sheila's tits throbbed.
The two sank to the floor. They succumbed to the weight of their frenzied passion. Sheila's thighs curved around the girl's head, just as Paula adopted a similar posture. The smell of moist pussy wafted.
Paula quickly dragged Sheila's tights down her slim thighs. The fragrant brown curls and the pink patch sharpened her appetite. She ran her tongue through the thick snarl, inhaling Sheila's essence. Mmmmm. Paula's thirst nearly drove her to madness. Dividing the cleft of her snatch, Paula stumbled upon an enlarged clit. Her wriggling tip promptly paid it notice.
"Oh, God," Sheila whimpered, contorting. An electric thrill that nearly overloaded her circuits bolted through her system. The girl was no stranger to oral pleasure of the female variety. "Ohhhhhh." Sheila pushed her snatch closer to that gorgeous face to provide it complete access. "More."
Paula slurped her dank, cuntal membranes. That jarring tickle could not be ignored. Ecstasy raced through her entire being.
Restricting herself to a passive role held no allure for Sheila. The nectar contained beyond that blonde fluff drew her curiosity. She split the pink cleft with her tongue, then delved into Paula's hot crack.
"God!" Paula gasped. She arched her spine in fiery rebuttal.
Clasping her compact buttocks, Sheila held her fast. She didn't want the girl continually jumping away from her mouth. Paula's flesh was smooth to the touch. She stroked those sleek, satiny hips before attempting that cunt. When she dabbed the sodden flaps, Paula merely trembled. No further repellent actions arose.
"Mmmmm," Sheila hummed, licking the sugary wetness. Paula was a melange of flavor. The lips of her pussy unfolded at her flutter. She cleaned the tangy residue from Paula's delicate folds.
Paula wailed from her spearing tongue. Sheila deliciously probed her. Ohhhhh. Her vibrant tip wonderfully differed from Angelo's. Breathlessly, she submitted to its ticklish furor. "Yes," she purred, "lick me. Ohhhh. That feels marvelous. Oh, please, don't stop. Yes. Ohhh."
Before the sob died in her throat, Paula resumed her feast. Her vigorous tongue found gainful employment in Sheila's cunt. Into that succulent division it went, reaching ambitiously for her molten core. She swiftly raided Sheila's honey supply. The sound of her soft gulps echoed between Sheila's splayed thighs.
Each took a different approach in stimulating the other's clit. Sheila attacked Paula's with deft precision. She rolled over it and besieged that pebble with a series of arousing flicks. Paula, conversely, drew lavish circles around Sheila's love button, then coquettishly zeroed in upon it. Sheila found her technique highly effective. She aimed for Paula's elusive tongue, her excitement spiraling. When she fared a connection, the voltage was practically fatal. Ohhhhhhhh.
"Faster," Sheila moaned, getting caught up in those overwrought strokes. Paula whipped her into a frenzy. "Faster, honey. Oh, yes. Ohhhhh."
Paula responded by wrapping her thighs around Sheila's face. Her soaked cunt lips silenced her. Sheila happily ate what was shoved into her mouth. Mmmmm. She scoured that pink hem, then drank the tasty dew clinging to its edge.
When Sheila reclaimed Paula's clit, she resisted abandoning it. She loitered over that inflamed bud, delivering lively slurps. Paula reflected a fierce beat. She kept that pulsing button alert. Those slim hips shook violently.
"Oh, God," Paula wept. She exhaled over Sheila's saliva-drenched pussy. Her bid to bring Sheila to orgasm was interrupted by those overpowering laps. By reflex, she gripped Sheila's thighs. Her fingers dug into her silky flesh. Ohhhhh. The woman made it impossible to continue. Her furious tip would not relent. "You're going to make me cum."
Sheila was beyond caring. She ached to see the girl spasm. She lashed that throbbing pebble, hooking it with her tongue. Paula went wild. She jerked and thrashed around her face. Sheila attached her lips to Paula's snatch, swallowing her spurts of joy.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula squeaked. "Oh, yes."
Regardless of Paula's wild pitching, Sheila's link would not be broken. She was securely lashed to that seizure-ridden pussy. Paula's recovery, however, "was swift. It wasn't because Sheila hadn't bestowed her a splendid orgasm; her determination to reciprocate overrode all else.
She lowered her mouth to Sheila's dark patch and segregated those sticky lips with her tongue. Sinking into that tasty cunt, she drew Sheila's gasp. Sheila's ravenous expedition yielded a scrumptious treat. Eating pussy got her juices flowing. Paula smacked her tongue, downing them.
Leisure consumption, however, was not her plan. Paula fixed upon her clit. She attended it with riveting licks. Bubbles slid from her lips while she flogged that aroused dot. Sheila contorted. "Yeah. Quickly. Do it. Ohhhhhh. Lick my pussy. Suck my clit."
Paula's blonde tresses spilled over Sheila's thighs. She temporarily blocked her view. After sweeping aside that lustrous mane, she nearly went into palpitations. Paula's assault was visually stimulating. That limber tip disbursed powerful volts into her system. Ohhhhhh. Sheila was certain her circuits neared an overload.
Paula was splendidly tenacious. She worked toward sending Sheila into orbit.
Swinging her hips, Sheila impaled herself on Paula's tongue. In spite of Sheila's apparent delight, Paula did not wish to fuck her in that manner. She withdrew her vivacious tip from Sheila's quivering hole and resumed her shattering whips. That clit pulsed madly beneath her steady flail.
"Mrnmmmm," Paula murmured, attaching to that button.
Sheila's vision blurred. Her eyes closed and her mouth went slack as her pleasure intensified. That stalking tongue demanded her orgasm. It licked her to oblivion.
Paula did not lift her face until Sheila's resulting ooze was dispatched. She drained her nectar supply. Sheila trembled each time she dipped into her quivering snatch and scooped more of her trickling secretions. That stabbing tongue prolonged her shuddering.
Sheila pulled her into her arms and kissed Paula's pussy-tasting mouth. "That was incredible," she whispered. "You made me cum hard."
"I was about to faint, myself," she confessed. "Mmmmmm. Coming to the fitness center will have special meaning from this moment forward. Can we meet again?"
"What will youf boyfriend say?"
"I won't tell him."
Sheila approved of her secrecy. Having someone without the complication of hypnosis pleased her. Revolving every encounter around a burglary erased much of the enjoyment. She vastly preferred a little recreational sex to take off the edge. "Everybody needs a secret outlet."
Nodding, Paula curled in her embrace.
CHAPTER THREE
Linda Webster, resplendent in a cock-stirring thong, strolled onto the sundeck for two prime hours of tanning. The blazing rays made it compulsory to don a pair of sunglasses. The mirrored lenses, accessorized by the sheltering straw hat, provided Linda suitable camouflage. Spying upon her affluent neighbors and plotting where next to strike comprised her afternoon agenda.
Hypnosis definitely offered a unique edge. Her diamond pendant was priceless in its ability to enslave at will. She and Sheila had twin pendants-cut from the same stone. The old woman who had sold it to them attested to its mystical powers. Given their wildly successful run, her endorsement proved correct.
The area was populated with many sun-worshiping singles who fearlessly exposed their bronzed flesh. Linda noted some exceptionally built men in attendance, plus a few luscious women. The dress code was Upscale Sexy. Designer labels were worn with decadent aplomb. Cleavage was flaunted to advantage. Bulging biceps and magnificent pectorals were on heart-stopping display. The assemblage of beautiful bodies was oiled and angled for even exposure.
Linda spotted a vacant lounge chair and reclined. She made quite a production of arranging her sleek limbs naturally, to create attention. Beads of sweat cropped at her brow and at the base of her neck. Exuding moisture was another enticement.
Most people were engrossed in listening to their tape players and reading paperback novels. A few engaged in conversation. Linda netted a few furtive glances, but she had competition. Women of model-quality graced the padded chairs-several of stunning beauty.
The rivalry did not bother Linda. She patted her canvas bag. The sparkle at the bottom provided her added reassurance. She came well-armed.
A tall, dark-haired hunk intercepted her seductive frequency. The sun had kissed his Mediterranean skin. His dark brown hair was slicked back by either mousse or water. Although the wraparound sunglasses screened his eyes, the bottom portion of his face seemed ruggedly familiar. She could not place his identity. By that time, she and her half-sister had understandably crossed paths with many of the building's occupants.
Linda refrained from promoting his interest with a bewitching smile. All in good time, was her motto. Reeling in her quarry on an accelerated basis defied her custom. Linda firmly believed in exercising restraint. She saw nothing worthwhile in expedition. Enslavement was a complicated procedure. Prospective slaves had to want her without reservation. They were inexorably lured into her web, consigned to servitude. Nonchalance was her signature blueprint. She courted disaster by expediting matters.
The victim must make the first move, she ruled. Approaching her and initiating conversation had to be of his own volition.
Linda forced herself to look away and concentrate on additional candidates. The assortment of studs fascinated her. Linda loved the plethora of beefcake, whose muscular development differed from man to man. They surveyed her and the others, frequently returning for an in-depth study. Linda dared them to feast their eyes on her. She had everything to gain.
A Scandinavian god glimpsed her from across the deck. He declined checking out the opposition. Linda received his undivided attention. He reminded her of a tiger with muscles tightly coiled, ready to leap in a flash.
Another fair-haired bruiser paid her notice. He lifted himself from a prone position and squinted at her. His lack of optical protection revealed cerulean eyes.
Linda suppressed her smile. Both aspirants corresponded to her criterion. Their expensive-looking outfits and their gold Swiss wristwatches didn't tell the whole story. Anyone could impersonate an affluent individual. One had to have the obvious breeding that surfaced in their style and manner to authenticate their status. She predicted that they were either young attorneys or physicians.
She went to steal a glance at her original choice-the dark-haired brute with the mirrored sunglasses-and ascertained his desertion. A fabulous redhead occupied his seat. It mattered little to Linda. She had workable material.
She settled on the lounge, projecting total oblivion. The needs of her admirers had to simmer. By the time her flesh dripped with sweat, one would gather the courage to press her for an introduction. She was equally unfazed by the possibility of jointly taking them on. Linda could as easily place two under her control.
Men, in her experience, thrived upon the pursuit. A woman who freely surrendered to them was not nearly as appealing as one who feigned disinterest. Their egotistical belief that women deliberately built barriers for them to bunt as a prelude to subservience had held through the ages. Linda not only subscribed to that theory. She routinely constructed each encounter around it.
Presenting herself as a hot package was something at which Linda scrupulously worked. The maintenance of a million-dollar tan and wardrobe to match required craftsmanship. Linda flattered herself a genius in that category.
Without moving her head, she spied upon her suitors. The dark lenses afforded her confidentiality. They did not attempt to disguise their thirst. They gazed openly at her, apparently designing an elaborate seduction.
Linda missed having Sheila at her side. The two of them made a lethal combination. Her half-sister was far more voluptuous, a walking tease. Paired with Linda, Sheila added value to the equation.
Her command of hypnosis surpassed Linda's. Sheila had learned to induct a slave with greater speed and efficiency. She constantly explored new arenas in which to enhance her skills. Her half-sister was unafraid of experimentation, ultimately to her detriment. Sheila's recklessness cost her a year's worth of freedom. During that time, she served Sam Andriola.
Linda eschewed thinking about that scoundrel. He had clearly taken control of her half-sister's will and enlisted her as his partner-in-crime. He also became her lover. Sheila was helplessly entranced, forced to work in concert with a man she unconsciously detested. Sam erased her trepidation of him-along with all memory of enslavement.
Fortunately, Linda tracked them down and tricked Sam into releasing Sheila from his dominion. She enacted a similar ruse-lowering Sam's guard, then subjecting him to her pendant's power. Taken by surprise, he was compelled to obey her. Linda removed his mental lock on Sheila, then planted a posthypnotic suggestion that banned him from recalling the event. The two sisters promptly vanished before Sam reawakened.
Having spent the last several months re-indoctrinating her half-sister into the world of free enterprise, Linda felt rewarded. Sheila had previously shared her life; that adventure now continued, beyond the debacle of Sam Andriola. Linda wished never to encounter that cretin again.
The sun blazed to an intolerable brilliance. Linda broiled beneath its punishing rays. The heat mounted between her legs. The thought of being slowly filled with a hard cock monopolized her brain. Humping some well-endowed male preceded all else. Linda couldn't shake the urge. The sensual ambiance of the sundeck heightened her libido.
Her brand of hypnosis could not be publicly conducted. Linda had to lure them from that sea of flesh to a private setting, where she could weave her spell. To achieve an optimum trance, the background had to be without diversions and stumbling blocks.
Linda purposely turned and presented the men steamy smiles. She deciphered their raw expressions as confirmation of appetite. They awaited her signal. Linda gathered her things into the canvas bag-suntan lotion, towel, paperback novel-and headed for the exit. Counting on them to follow her, she didn't look back.
The stairway to the hall was air-conditioned. Linda received an abrupt chill the moment she set foot onto the carpeted steps. A premonition also struck her-a dread of something going awry. Linda ordinarily dismissed such notions, yet that one refused to evaporate.
Approaching the elevator station, she devised how best to pick up the thread of continuity. Once the men were close, she would remove her bikini top.
Let them see her tits, she whimsically thought. Let them gaze at her unraveling nudity. That was their admission price to her world of subjugation.
The elevator light blinked, notifying her that an available car would transport her to a desired floor. Covertly, she glanced over her shoulder to verify whether those men were in pursuit of her. She had given indication of her acquiescence. Her frank appraisal of them could not have been mistaken.
The door slid back, revealing the dark-haired stud with the mirrored shades who'd evacuated that flesh emporium. Linda smirked. The precursor to her fantasies had reemerged. The jutting shape tucked in his skimpy swimsuit fired her imagination. She strutted into the compartment and prepared to depress the button.
Within seconds of the door closing and their descent, he accessed the control panel. His large thumb hit the emergency stop. Linda's pulse jumped. He was overt in his goal. Sex in the elevator seemed a refreshing departure from her original design.
It was then that he removed his reflective eye cover.
Linda let out a startled gasp. "Oh, my God."
"Aren't you glad to see me, Linda?" Sam Andriola asked, chuckling.
Why hadn't she recognized him? She had been struck by a sense of acquaintanceship, yet failed to dip into her memory banks.
"Obviously regular visitations to the gym and sunbathing have altered my looks," he remarked. "Greasing back my hair further disguised my appearance. Good. Perhaps your half-sister will make the same mistake."
Linda trembled. "How did you manage to-"
"-overcome your post-hypnotic command?" he clucked. "That was very sloppy work on your part. Your haste in fleeing the scene without taking the precaution of ensuring my obedience was a miscalculation. You succeeded in liberating Sheila, but I aborted the rest of your instructions. I would think an accomplished mesmerist of your caliber would not have left anything to chance."
Linda recovered her composure. She felt nothing but hatred for the man. "I only did what I thought ethical. You tricked my half-sister into serving you-all for financial gain. You had no right to shackle her will."
"It appears you're operating a business competitive with mine," he reminded, "right here in this building. I'm flattered that you've mimicked my style."
"With a notable difference. Sheila is not under my power. Her participation is totally voluntary."
He scowled. "I'm in love with Sheila. Her departure has caused me considerable pain."
"I don't buy that. Your affection for her is tied to greed."
"Your brand of morality is galling. Only a hypocrite would view it in that fashion."
Sam had Linda backed against the wall. Her only hope of escape was to grab her diamond pendant and re-invoke her spell. Sam's menacing stance, coupled with his vile expression, amounted to danger. Her canvas bag, which she dropped, lay at her feet.
"You obviously want her back," Linda said, concocting a scheme to fetch her weapon.
"That will definitely happen," he confidently spoke, "with your help."
"Oh? How do you propose to effect my betrayal?" Her fingers inched toward the tote.
Sam brandished a gold St. Christopher's medal in his palm.
Linda's heart pumped to a staccato beat. "No. You wouldn't!"
Sam kicked her canvas bag out of range. "I know you've got your diamond pendant. Your habits are known to me."
"Sam, I won't permit you to enslave me."
"You have no choice, babe," he said, slipping it around his neck. "Negotiation is not an option."
"I'll scream," she warned, cowering from his touch.
Sam chortled. "Who's going to hear you, babe? We're between floors. Besides, your soul will be mine in a matter of seconds."
"I won't cooperate," she vehemently insisted. "You can't force me into compliance."
"Wanna bet?" He moved perilously close. Linda was disallowed passage. The medallion glimmered on his broad, furry chest. Muscled arms flanked her. He breathed calmly onto her face.
"No," Linda firmly repeated, averting her gaze. She would not submit to the conversion. "Get away from me. I despise you!"
"You can't resist it," he assertively remarked. His thumbs pressed into her bare shoulders, compelling her to look. "The light catches the refractions. A rainbow leaps at you. Those dazzling colors are emitting unignorable sparks." His voice deepened, achieving authority. "You have no alternative but to gaze at it."
Linda shook her head. She was determined to hold her ground. Sam's gripping voice, however, punctured her determination. His baritone broke through layers of conditioned resistance. The reality of what he attempted to accomplish frightened her; un-like Sheila, she had never relinquished ownership of her will to another hypnotist.
"Obey me," Sam softly repeated.
Linda's eyes unconsciously drifted to the medallion resting on that well-developed chest. The gold glittered against those dark ringlets. Sam's unshakeable command defeated her defense system. Refuting his orders became useless.
Sam watched Linda yield to him. Her eyes centered on his medallion without wavering. He deepened her initiation with phrases beyond her intellectual scope-a parlance he gleaned from the experts. Her vacuous outlook informed him she was his to instruct.
He regarded her with contempt. That bitch had caused irreparable damage between him and Sheila Davenport. She deserved no mercy. Exacting his revenge would be sweet. As fair compensation for what she'd done, he would enlist her as an instrument in an elaborate scheme to regroup him with Sheila. Linda would be obligated to help him until he exhausted her usefulness. Sam had no desire to retain her services beyond that term. She would be disposed of at the expiration of her purpose.
"I am your master now, as I was once your half-sister's," he advised her. "I govern your subconscious. You have no strength to reject my orders, even if they compromise your personal ethics. Is that understood?"
Linda blankly nodded.
"Good. When I summon you, there will be no resistance. You will readily appear before me."
Linda vacantly concurred.
Sheila was wiser since her release. Outwitting her would require considerable effort. Sam was prepared to wait. Expediting any plan would be foolish.
"You must keep me apprised of your half-sister's whereabouts, her current habits, her acquaintances," he went on. "No detail must escape my knowledge. Our objective is to re-indoctrinate her. We must trick her into gazing at my medallion and reestablish her servility."
Linda displayed no sign of protest.
"I could delete this episode from your memory, but I won't. I want you to be tormented by the hold I have over you. You will suffer, knowing you are my slave. The futility of residing in my control will eat at you-yet nothing can be done to combat it. Naturally, I prohibit you from disclosing that to Sheila. She must never grasp that you are my agent."
Linda's face was devoid of emotion.
"I will awaken you. Remember, rebellion is not within your power. Everything you tell me must have validity. You are forbidden from deceiving or disobeying me. Above all, you are outlawed from using your pendant on me. Furthermore, you will prevent Sheila from employing hers. If she attempts to disable me, you must stop her."
To end his conscription, he kissed her. Although Sam had no fondness for the woman who'd previously foiled his plans, her trance had to conclude with some form of physical contact. A mere brush of his lips sufficed.
Linda blinked rapidly afterward. She gazed into Sam's eyes and felt a dull ache in her stomach. He'd done something to her mind-recruited her for some malign purpose. Her brain tingled from the directions he inserted. Her repulsion of him, however, underwent a transformation. She gazed at him in a new light.
"You may go," he muttered. "I have no further need of you today."
Linda blocked his path to the control panel. "Not yet." She caressed his hair-rough wrist, then steered it from the button. "Please don't leave." She brushed against his powerful chest. Her fingers skimmed his crotch. She traced the outline of his cock in his swimsuit. "I want you, Sam. Here. Now."
Sam closely examined her. The side effect of hypnosis was instilling an insatiable appetite for sex. Linda was fully aroused and in want of a partner.
"Why should I?" he scoffed. "You've caused me nothing but trouble." He swept her hand away. "Return to the sundeck and select one of those golden studs to satisfy you."
"I don't want them," she murmured in a hurt voice. "I want you."
Sam frowned. "You will act on my directives. Your current assignment is to orchestrate Sheila's enslavement. Fulfilling your sexual desires is not part of our agreement. I don't crave you, Linda-only your half-sister."
Linda would not be censured. "You can't abandon me now. I'm on fire-ready to explode." She dipped into his swimsuit and enclosed his flaccid cock. "Don't refuse me, Sam. I'll go out of my mind if I can't have some of this." She massaged his limp member. "You know what happens when a slave is revived. You understand the consequences of mesmerizing someone. Don't be cruel about it, Sam. Please, I beg of you."
Her groveling pleased him. Linda's impertinence was gone, replaced by an unquenchable lust. "It isn't pleasant being on the opposite side of the medallion, eh? Think of all the people you've looted, Linda-their sheer frustration when you lifted your spell."
Linda stroked his shaft, coaxing it to expand. For some inexplicable reason, Sam was the only man who could gratify her. She would not permit his departure in her hour of need. His virile, Italian looks made her wet. In the past, Sam was rated fiendishly attractive; at present, Linda judged him totally irresistible. She contemplated his strapping, muscular body between her legs, along with his deep thrusts. Her pussy ached for his huge cock. "Come on, Sam. Please."
Her persistence wore thin. He considered slapping her hand. Her gentle tugging, however, started to affect him. Those small, delicate fingers stimulated him. His cock slowly enlarged. Pondering her hysterical frame of mind, he resigned to give her what she yearned.
"Yes," Linda panted, feeling him thicken in her clutch. Without soliciting his permission, she dropped to her knees. Sam stretched to her eager face. Seeing him grow made her even more horny. He was truly big. Under her effervescent scrutiny, his cock assumed its staggering dimensions. "You do want me."
"Suck my dick," he ordered.
Linda promptly took him into her mouth. She latched herself to that solid member. Mmmmm. Her tongue afforded him a curling reception. She licked it with doting strokes. His manly taste appeased her palate. She punctuated those lashes with hot, demanding sucks.
"Christ," Sam thought, surrendering to the wrap of those feverish lips. He pumped Linda's face, increasing her intake. She cocksucked rather well. In and out of that tight, moist ring he went. His thing emerged covered with foam. He may not have wanted a blow job a moment ago, but did now. Linda gave admirable head. "Yeah, baby. Swallow it. Blow me."
The size of Sam's cock wasn't an imposition. Linda guided him into her throat. She yanked his swim trunks over his hips so that his balls were at her disposal. Framing his crotch, she elevated his sac with her thumbs. A thrilling rotation was achieved.
He observed the disappearance of his lengthy shaft. Linda took him in hungry mouthfuls. Bubbly saliva dripped from his cock. Drafting her had its advantages. The pull of those lips defied description. Her oral skill enthralled him. "Yeah, baby. Suck it." He leaned toward that ravenous expression, then groaned. Linda consumed him whole.
Linda gave him just enough head to kindle his enthusiasm. She shot up on her feet. Leaning against the elevator wall, she splayed her thighs. "Now, baby. You're going to fuck me."
Dragging back the scant panel of her bikini bottoms with a finger, she revealed her damp pussy. Fragrant dew clung to the pink borders of those lips. Sam inhaled her urgency. He could not neglect Linda's plea for satisfaction.
"Okay, bitch, you want me to fuck you-here it comes," he muttered, then stepped between those split legs. He went smoothly into that moist cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Linda moaned as that hard thing bore into her. Sam allowed her no period of adjustment. His big dick sliced through her hot squish. Her features contorted as he sank to the hilt.
He strongly pumped her, lodging that luscious butt to the wall. His groin pummeled her. "Do you like it rough? Huh? Want me to fuck you hard?"
"Yes," she moaned, enjoying the way he filled her cunt. He almost reached her womb. "Ohhhhh. More, Sam. I want it all."
Sam comprehended her affliction. Her horniness was intractable. His stiff, driving cock scratched that maddening itch. He profited from her frustration. Her pussy functioned as a hot receptacle.
He plunged into that wet, spongy cunt. His balls slapped her velvety flesh. He peered into those pleasure-petitioning eyes with relish. Linda couldn't curb the wild impulse to fuck. Her pussy seized him with untamed fervor. Her swiveling hips endeavored to milk him.
Linda hugged herself to his furry chest. His pubic thatch flattened against hers. She savored the deep push of his cock. Contrary to her abhorrence of him, she loved the sex.
Sam could feel her tremors as he pumped that wild pussy. Linda's orgasm was within reach. He speared into that embraceable warmth, allowing her to achieve that celestial plane. On a sexual level, he further imprisoned her. Chains were attached not only to his will, but his cock as well.
Linda's fingers descended into his shoulder. Her lips formed an anguished circle. "Oh, Sam. Ohhhhhhhh."
She shuddered against him. Without hesitation, he spent himself into those squeezing cunt lips. His jism gushed into her thirsty snatch.
"Ugggghhhhhh," he groaned, wincing. "Uggghhhh. Ugghhhhhh."
He filled that cozy pocket with the proof of his gratification. Slowly, he withdrew. The bulbous head of his cock emerged with a creamy coating.
Linda sighed. Her pleasure had never soared to that elevation. Sam enormously satisfied her. "Ohhhhhhh. That was unbelievable."
He stuffed his equipment inside his swimsuit. "If you want more, bitch, you're going to have to earn it. I won't service you at the snap of your fingers."
"I hate you," she hissed.
"You're entitled, providing you don't forget my role in your pathetic existence. I'm your master. You're compelled to do as I insist."
His animosity floored her. She wanted to slap his face, yet realized its vainness. "I'll even the score-somehow."
"Plot all you wish, but it simply won't happen. I'm the resident expert. Your blunder has meant my prosperity." He openly gloated. "Your half-sister will soon be mine."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Where were you?" Sheila asked Linda when she walked through the door. Bags with various store labels were strewn on the table. "You missed some incredible sales. I spent a fortune on a new wardrobe."
Normally, Linda would have taken an interest in her shopping expedition. Instead, she nodded, then headed for her room. Sheila sensed something troubled her half-sister. Eye contact, for one, had been virtually eliminated.
"Are you okay?" Sheila asked.
"Sure. Too much sun, I suppose. I've a dreadful headache."
"Oh? You were on the sundeck? Any interesting prospects?"
Linda did not appear willing to expound. She offered Sheila a lukewarm shrug before retiring into her room. "None I thought worth shadowing."
Sheila grimaced. Linda's flippancy puzzled her. Generally conversant, her half-sister would have spouted a few possibilities-even those deemed a long shot.
She fought the impulse to question her in-depth. Linda was allowed her diverse moods. Perhaps her summation that she'd been sunbathing too long had merit. Sheila often felt dazed upon entering an air-conditioned atmosphere after subjecting herself to those broiling rays.
Sighing, she recommenced unloading her recent acquisitions from their respective bags.
Damn it! Linda silently screamed, making a fist after safely closing the door. Why had she stupidly fallen in Sam Andriola's trap? Poor Sheila-she couldn't even warn her. Sam took steps to ensure her silence. That bastard planted commands in her head she couldn't discard-they were sewn into her subconscious. He rendered her mute.
A growing realization that Sheila would slip into his clutches plagued Linda. What pestered her more than being unable to stop him was functioning as a conduit to his plan. Sam intended to reclaim Sheila in a despicable scheme. Though his final blueprint was unknown, she predicted disaster. Sam was cunning and ruthless-a brutal combination.
In shedding her thong bikini, that tingling bliss resurfaced. Ohhhhhh. Why did the fucking have to be exceptional? Sam's cock gave her inestimable pleasure. That frenzied hunger evolved from massaging her cerebellum. When subconsciously overpowered, a slave developed an insatiable appetite for his or her master. Whether Linda sanctioned her plight, she involuntarily longed for Sam. Besides controlling her mind, he had her sexually on a leash.
Even now, her body screamed for more of him.
Her hand dipped to her pussy. Ohhhhhh. She fingered her clit. That hard dick of his bore deeply into her cunt, awakening every thirsting cell. Men of his size ordinarily didn't sway her. When he put that thing in her, however, she achieved such immeasurable happiness that nothing else would ever do.
His cum oozed from her snatch. She should have consigned herself to a bubble bath, in which her lazing would gradually remove all evidence of their illicit encounter. Linda, however, elected to preserve that reminder seeping from her cunthole. Washing him away would have erased some of that delicious effervescence.
Back and forth she rubbed that aroused button. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She conjured an image of him-his Italianate features mired with sweat, his dark eyes boring into hers. She recalled that sumptuous pressure in her midsection when he was fully submerged. His cock filled her to capacity. She sobbed from his exertions in burrowing himself to the root. His thick member kept her cunt lips separated, essentially splitting her in half. His length amplified her thrill. The reach of his dick precipitated her most anguished gasps. He penetrated to her very core, imploring her to scale uncharted heights. The sounds of wet friction distantly echoed. For a while, all she could hear was her juicy snatch rubbing him. His voracious thrusts curled her toes. He brought her to a dizzying climax.
God. That monstrous cock made her sore. A dull ache remained.
Linda jiggled faster. Ohhhhhh. Although his treachery infuriated her, she couldn't disclaim her secret yearning.
His residual jism dripped from her snatch. She smeared it over her swollen bud. Although not as creamy, it nonetheless retained its tingling properties. She thought of him erupting in her hot, quivering flesh. His well-made countenance turned animal at the point of discharge. She recounted a helpless feeling of having to receive that dense infusion. His cock twitched madly within her flesh as he emitted that rich fluid. Her pussy hungrily sucked it from his traumatized cock. His guttural cries informed her of his intense satisfaction.
Whatever his degree of bliss, Linda's was superior. She floated on air. Her loathing of the man was an isolated affair. Even after disconnecting himself and gloating over his apparent victory, he couldn't dispel the luscious afterglow. She might have snarled at him, but the fervor lingered. The satisfaction he provided could not be disputed. She dug her heels into the mattress as her pleasure intensified. Ohhhhhh. Her digit became moist from its furious activity. Splendor trickled from her pussy. Linda could not stop. She put a kink in her toes while flicking that pink button. Ohhhhhh. Orgasm was within achievement.
"That's it, bitch," Sam had said when connecting to her. "Give me a target. Ahhhhhh. Keep those legs open." He stuffed himself inside her moist crack. "See how starved you are for dick. Your pussy just grabs it. Yeah. Here comes some more. Yeah. Take it. Fuck my big cock. Ahhhhhhhh. Let me cram it into you."
His face had become a derisive mask. He resembled the devil's disciple while feeding her cock. He slammed into her, harder and harder, merely to hasten her climax. He stroked her pussy so intensely, uncaring. Linda was anesthetized to it. She experienced only rapture. His brand of rough sex hastened a sapping orgasm.
Her circuits reached overload status. Linda went slack. Her entire body sighed with relief. Her nipples ached from that wracking strain. She curled into a ball, then began to weep.
Why had Sam done this to her?
Sheila dove into the swimming pool in one of her sexiest belongings: a French-cut bikini. The need for some quick refreshment after subjecting herself to the blistering summer heat won out. Her original plan had been to stroll the sundeck, otherwise labeled the "Meat Market." Linda's impassive comments regarding that arena had scotched her desire to roam it.
She was delighted to have the place to herself. Crowds weren't always her idea of a good time. Sheila tired of the thronged arenas where salivating men awaited her steamy glances. The party scene was fine, but she occasionally craved quieter surroundings.
A stimulating face flashed before her. Paula Meyer's company would have been a pleasure. She sincerely enjoyed the younger woman and her wonderfully curious nature. The consummation of their erotic imaginations at the fitness center made for a sizzling interlude.
Sheila wanted Paula to pay her another visit. If Paula could swing it, Sheila wanted her to spend the night. It would be fun waking in the dark after a draining session and groping anew for that sweet body. The thought of all that youthful vigor thrashing against her got Sheila horny.
Rarely did another woman provoke that magnitude of lust. Sheila was primarily heterosexual, but periodically fancied a binge with someone of her gender. Particular conditions had to be met before she even considered that indulgence. Paula apparently possessed those fleeting elements, or she wouldn't have initiated the encounter.
While reminiscing over Paula, Sheila gradually realized she was no longer alone. A rugged man in his early forties stood at the edge of the pool, regarding her appreciatively. Tall, dark blond with gray sideburns, and a salt-and-pepper mustache, he looked enticing. After closer scrutiny, she identified him as Larry Scott, the owner of a computer consultant company. According to her research, he was worth millions.
Sheila and Linda had astutely taken steps when moving into the building of tapping into its computer system and retrieving personal profiles of every resident. Detailed records were furnished them at will. Linda, a computer expert, with encryption, managed to penetrate the password security of its invaluable database. Photographs were attached to each file, along with occupation, approximate income and other pertinent facts.
"Good afternoon," Larry greeted her. "I'm surprised you're not laying out in the sun."
Sheila swam over to him. Larry was a very appealing man. As it happened, he was scheduled for a future date. Choreographing a rendezvous had been on the blackboard in draft form. Seeing him in the flesh, she decided to move their assignation to the top of her list.
"I didn't feel like mingling with that crowd," she said. "Besides, I relish my privacy."
"A pretty girl like you?" He laughed. "I would think you'd want those young pups drooling."
"On the contrary. I prefer attractive, older men-such as yourself, Mr. Scott."
He seemed delighted to have been recognized. "You have me at a disadvantage."
"I'm Sheila Davenport." Her tits purposely jutted above the waves. Water poured from those bulging globes. "I've seen you dozens of times in passing."
"Come to think of it," he said, unable to ignore her mouth-watering bosom, "you have caught my attention-for obvious reasons."
"I'm glad." His trim build aroused her. Larry played an even complement of golf and tennis, with perhaps a little swimming thrown in for good measure. His heavy matting was tinged with silver. The sun had bleached the hair on his arms and legs. The wedding band on his finger mattered preciously little to her. A man of his virile bearing surely played the field-particularly in the consulting profession. If her memory served her correctly, he was legally separated from his wife. She tilted her head. "Please, join me."
"Getting wet wasn't on my agenda," he confessed. "Honestly, I planned on taking a walk to the sundeck."
"Wouldn't you rather be here with me?" she purred.
Her curvaceous figure was more than he could resist. The scant material barely covered her areolae. The cleavage she showed gave him a testosterone rush. That sexy lilt carried the ring of authority. Mmmmmm. Attracted to dominant women, he loved the challenge of setting them straight. "I suppose the exercise would do me good."
Yes, she thought darkly. He would get plenty of that.
Larry attempted to impress her with a clean vault. He smoothly cut through the surface. Sheila enacted the role of coquettish female, hurtling to the opposite side. Larry gave a mad chase, striving to overtake her. He was quick, but lacked Sheila's agility.
Sheila's canvas bag awaited her on the ledge; in it was her prized weapon.
Larry hid his disappointment in Sheila's Olympic sprint across the water. He should have known he was no match for someone twelve years his junior. She stopped at the wall and made no effort to dash to the other end. He assumed they were doing laps, not pausing to rest.
"What's your line of work, Sheila?" he asked, closing in on her.
"I'm a model," she said, wielding a ravishing smile.
"Oh?" He envisioned her before a camera, striking poses. She seemed extremely photogenic. "Magazines, newspapers, posters, that sort of thing?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I'd rather not say."
He grinned. "You aren't ashamed?" She was a foot away. As he drifted to her, he noticed the white bottom of her bikini missing. Sheila bared her pussy to him. Her brown pubes floated through the chlorine water. Larry swallowed harshly.
Wordlessly, Sheila clasped his hand and brought it to her feathery mound. Weaving his fingers through the buoyant wisps, she studied his obvious amazement. Larry's tension from exploring that silky plumage was simple to read.
Sheila took his finger and guided it between her pussy lips. "Yeah," she brightened as he went in. "Mmmmmm." Swiveling her hips, she took advantage of his embedded digit. Gasping, she thrust against it. Her green pupils sparkled with ecstasy. "Yeah."
Larry involuntarily groaned as he plunged into squishy cunt. Christ! She sucked him to the knuckle. By reflex, he repositioned his hand so that his thumb was over that pulsing clit. The act of turning elicited guttural cries. The flash of white teeth and trembling lips caused his heart to race.
One moment, Sheila was a demure girl of statuesque character; in the next, a voluptuous hellion. He scarcely believed she would not only publicly exhibit her snatch, but permit him to fondle it.
Sheila wasn't the only person to undergo transformation. She sensed a change in Larry-a delectable metamorphosis. The lines of anxiety converted to an uncivilized slant. His massive chest expanded and contracted in mounting anticipation.
Larry plucked his finger from Sheila's cunt, then filled his hands with her naked butt cheeks. He trembled while squeezing them. Sheila sensed his flaring appetite. With a burst of strength, he lifted her from the pool and set her ass on the tiled ledge. He held his gape while separating her slender thighs. The pink flaps of her cunt disengaged. Her fragrance wafted. She could feel his breath on her damp skin. The droplets that ran her stomach accentuated the luscious chills.
"Yes," she said softly, granting him license.
His enormous thumbs pinned back her folds. Sheila watched his tongue stretch, then glide over her glistening flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh." She pitched her chin high, her lips forming a quivering circle. Clutching his shoulders, she jabbed him with her nails.
Larry exhibited no uneasiness over their sharp quality. He merely buried his face between her legs and savored the cunt in his mouth.
"Yes," Sheila moaned, recipient of that wondrous tongue. Larry's loud slurps were music to her ears, and a symphony of sensations for the rest. He sucked hard, then drank robustly of her juices. His mustache tickled as he pressed himself to that sensitive area. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Eat my pussy."
Her plea did not bear repeating. Larry devoured her snatch in ravenous gulps. His lips and tongue worked in harmony to bring her the thrill she sought. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets while joyful squeaks sprang from the bottom of her throat.
Larry made no bid to seek restraint. The girl offered herself to him and he gladly accepted that gift. The front of his swimsuit bulged. His cock grew along the nylon fabric. The burden of that throbbing hard-on would soon be alleviated when finishing her off with his mouth. Something much larger would replace his probing tongue. If he merely elicited whimpers with his vibrant tongue, then screams would be in order when he shoved his cock into that ticklish cunt. Sheila would get a taste of his staying power. He was going to fuck that little tease until her toes locked.
Meanwhile, he traced the luscious contours of Sheila's bare ass. She was built nicely. Using one hand, he roamed the silky curve of her hip and the perfectly formed crescent. He contemplated that savory padding when he climbed on top of her and rammed her with his dick.
"Ohhhhhhh," Sheila wailed from above.
Those large, fleshy spheres, captured in the white top, leaned from one side to the others. Her erect nipples bulged through the cups.
Larry ogled them. He wanted to suck those tits. Taking those thick stubs into his mouth would be a treat. He predicted shrill cries, along with fierce shaking, when orally pulling on them.
He stabbed into that pulpy cunt and wriggled about. Sheila's clit appeared ripe for sucking. Venturing into that tasty cavern, he scooped her honey. That sugary dew dissolved on his tongue. Mmmmm. He licked faster, cleaning the excess. Sheila replenished his supply. His probing yielded fresh spurts of her womanly flavor.
While Larry dispatched her secretions, Sheila donned her diamond pendant. She didn't wish to lose the momentum they achieved. The precious window of susceptibility was nearly open.
She cupped the back of Larry's head and coaxed him to gaze at her bewitching jewel. Larry, engrossed in eating her, seemed unwilling to comply. His commitment to bring her to orgasm dominated the scene.
"Look at it," she demanded, trembling. Her voice died. Ohhhhhhh. He lapped her so thoroughly, her thighs shook around his face.
"Do as I say.'
Larry only glanced at it before bearing down on her delectable snatch.
"Sort through the colors to find its center," she went on in a masterful tone. She gritted her teeth as he rolled over her clit. Ohhhhhhhh. "Do it."
Larry registered a passing interest in her gem. His principal concentration was directed at that centrally located dot. Pressing against it, he enjoyed its frantic beat. Why Sheila insisted upon redirection at such a crucial stage mystified him.
Calling upon her inner resources, Sheila detached his mouth from her quivering mound. Drops of her girl goo clung to his mustache. Half of her ached for completion of his effort, the other wanted to move forward with her task. It was a difficult choice, but she picked the latter.
"You can't refrain from staring at it," she resumed her gentle monotone. "Wouldn't you say it was mesmerizing?"
Larry eventually saw Sheila's pendant as a revelation. He focused upon it, his hazel pupils dilating. He could not turn from its sparkling luster.
"That's it," she whispered, taking charge of his will. "Don't fight me. You must not contest my authority. Welcome the beauty of that diamond. Let yourself slip into its array of colors. Its dazzling assortment is like the strains of Mozart. Please, enjoy them."
Larry went utterly still. The waves in the pool died around him.
Her lips curved. She placed him under her control. Her open thighs carefully inched from his blank expression. She dared not touch him, less she break the trance. Kneeling before him, she assessed his statue-like demeanor. As expected, he sank in a catatonic level. She possessed the means of releasing him, and only at her election would it happen.
"Be aware. You are now my servant. You are forbidden to disobey me. My influence will extend beyond your awakening. As long as I remain your ruler, you forfeit your will to me. Do you comprehend what I'm telling you?"
Though focusing on the pendant, he nodded.
"Excellent. In another moment, you will regain consciousness. We will go to your place, where I will reestablish my authority. You will remain in captivity until I decide to free you."
He did not blink an eye.
"One last item: you will have no recollection of this incident. Your subjugation will be our secret." She took a deep breath before concluding. "Have I clarified matters?' He nodded.
Sheila slipped peacefully into the water. The waves she created did not revive Larry. Using the utmost delicacy, she hooked the corner of his nylon swimsuit and peeled it over his hips. His cock stayed erect through his trance. She gazed hungrily at that thick, elongated shaft beneath the water's surface. Without delay, she immersed herself. She descended to Larry's balls. Letting out her tongue, she slurped his taut sac. Three licks were required before Larry's hands sprang back to life. Enclosing her head, they steered her to his plump knob. Even underwater, she recognized its purplish hue.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed against his manly stalk. He had a nice cock. Up and down that dick her lips went, followed by the flickering aftermath of her tongue. She drew strongly upon him, accelerating his tremors. While sucking that bone-like dick, she cupped his buttocks. Both her lips and fingertips pumped him. Her lush vibrations riddled his body.
Suddenly, hot, salty jism filled her mouth. That cum slit opened to emit that rich, creamy jism in the wake of his orgasmic shudder. Though her air supply was nearly exhausted, Sheila downed his thick ejaculate. Swallowing that dense load while submerged proved a unique challenge. His cum coursed fluently down her throat.
Sheila rose to the surface and gasped for air. Larry came fast-evidence of intense sexual need. He climaxed within seconds of awakening.
Larry's swift satisfaction was positively viewed. Sheila wanted quickly to get to his condo, reinstate her spell, loot the place, then make a quiet getaway. Dragging hypnosis into the crime brought the complication of sex. Though she usually enjoyed herself, Sheila occasional regarded the ordeal as cumbersome.
Larry, however, was far from finished. His brawny arms flanked her. His broad chest with its dark and silver fur crowded her heaving tits. Those hazel eyes flashed with hunger. Grinning, he pinned her against the wall.
"Perhaps we ought to continue this somewhere private," she softly suggested when his lips brushed her. "Someone might discover us.. . "
Larry kissed her ear lobe. She felt his warm breath against her neck and began to stroke his back when his rigid cock abruptly slid into her pussy.
"Oh, God," she cried. Her red lips formed a jittery loop. "Ohhhhhh."
Orgasm did not affect the size, nor strength of that monster. Larry pushed his whole dick into her cunt. He nibbled on her quivering lips while simultaneously fucking her. Draping her knees over his shoulders, he molded himself to her luxuriant body. Sheila's cunt opened wide to receive that thick shaft. Its width separated the lips of her pussy to capacity.
"You drive me wild, baby," he whispered, then covered her mouth with his. He probed between her lips with his tongue.
Sheila promptly responded to that infusion of stimulation. He made her moan with his cock. The water buffeted her from his hard thrusts. That lumbering thing steadily came at her, effecting a toe-curling pump. When he fully smashed himself between her legs, she largely felt split in half.
"Ohhhhh," she sobbed. "Oh, Larry. Ohhhh. Fuck me, Larry. Yes. Slam it into my hot pussy. Tuck your cock between those moist lips. Oh, yes. You're rubbing against my clit-and it feels wonderful."
Larry was in ecstasy. Those cunt lips snagged him, tugging at the skin of his cock. Sheila wildly excited him. He couldn't get enough of her sensational body. His libido was supercharged, injected with a fuel that left his loins tingling. He couldn't recall the last time he exploded, then started fucking without missing a beat. At forty-three, that seldom happened.
"Yes, Larry," she panted, shivering. "Ohhhh. Don't stop."
The possibility that a younger, sexy woman could harness his fleeting powers existed. He sawed through that clench, wanting only to extinguish the fire in his balls. Ahhhhhh. That warm, spongy cunt powerfully sucked his dick.
Sheila surrendered to his manly probe. His sturdy shaft ventured to the bottom of her pussy. Lightheaded from the stars that appeared, she closed her eyes. Ohhhhhh. She was deliciously aware of his vigorous slide. Those deep, lingering strokes exhilarated her. He pumped her slowly, letting her pleasure build. He made splendid contact with her throbbing clit. That pulsing mass ground consistently against her love button. Whether or not she wished it, Sheila was at the verge of climax.
She hugged herself to him, sobbing as he delved into her receptive flesh. She smashed her pubic mound to his groin, feeling the tickle of his floating thatch. That hard thing burrowed into her hot, pulsing center.
Her plundering would wait until they were both fulfilled. Raiding his condo was the furthest thing from her mind; getting off was very important.
"You're so tight," he groaned, pushing himself entirely into her cunt. "Oh, yeah, baby. Swallow me up. Ahhhhhh. Grip me with those snug lips." He moved his hips to the best of his ability; the water was an impediment. Unable to fathom the basis for his fiery arousal, he merely dug into that squishy crevice.
"Larry," Sheila wailed. "Oh, Larry, I'm going to cum."
"Yeah," he muttered, slapping against that pliant flesh. "Go for it. Don't hold back."
Sheila's beautiful face was lined with contortions. Her green eyes flickered while her lips twisted. He heard a cacophony of gasps through her clenched teeth. He fucked her harder, encountering her swollen bud. After another minute of intense shafting, Sheila screamed.
"Yeah," she brayed. "Ohhhhh. Oh, Larry. Ohhhhhhh!"
Her husky caterwaul resulted in his second orgasm. Ahhhhhh. He squirted heavily into that contracting passage.
Sheila's limbs were numb after she regained a presence of mind. Ohhhhh. Detaching herself from that rigid thing left a disturbing void. She massaged her aching snatch. Larry, showing no mercy, practically riveted her ass to the side of the pool.
He displaced her nursing hand with his own. His touch renewed Tier appetite. He caressed her clit, trailing an electric current. "Let's go to my place," he said. "I'll want more of you there."
"That sounds wonderful to me." Fucking in a bed after getting it on in a pool made for a tantalizing sequel. Had she not subconsciously directed him, she would have proposed it.
His valuables awaited her-along with something equally satisfying.
CHAPTER FIVE
Paula emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped around her spectacular figure. Angelo, her boyfriend, failed to pay her notice. She sashayed over to him, attempting to distract him from the sports page. "Hey," she whispered, "want to fool around?"
Angelo gave her the brush-off. His tone lacked warmth. "I'm not in the mood."
His answer stunned her. Angelo was usually ready whenever she displayed the least enthusiasm. His dismissal was interpreted in a negative light. She caressed his cheek, then hooked a finger under his jaw. "Hey," she murmured. "Don't I turn you on, baby?"
"Frankly, you aggravate the shit out of me."
"I don't understand."
His nostrils flared. "I can't think when you keep pawing me. Is it possible for you to conduct a conversation without running your hands up and down my body? You disrupt my concentration. It would be a lot healthier for the both of us if you developed some outside interests. Moping around here, doing nothing, has turned you into an emotional, whining idiot."
"Angelo," she exhaled, fighting back tears. "Why do you insist on being cruel?"
"Because you ask for it."
Paula could not bear his harsh treatment another second. She fled to their room and threw herself onto the bed. Burying her face in her arms, wracking sobs afflicted her. She believed her constant show of affection reinforced their relationship-not enlarged a rift. Previously, the physical attention she bestowed him was welcomed. Angelo thrived upon her feathery touch.
Though she did everything to please Angelo, the results went unappreciated. He lacked patience and exhibited a shorter fuse. His bursts of anger stemmed from the mildest irritation.
When he was his old self-the Angelo she adored-he was a kind, generous lover. The sheets burned from their passion. He was truly exceptional. If only she could see more of his appealing side.
The door opened several minutes later. Angelo tapped her shoulder. "Sorry, babe. I-I was out of line."
Paula did not dare look at him. She feared fresh tears would flow. "I suppose you're right. I'm too sensitive. My activities have been rather limited. You need your own space, without my regular interference. I shouldn't be breathing down your back."
He loosened the knot of her towel and bared her backside. "I was a bastard. I shouldn't have lashed out at you." His fingertips streamed over her silky flesh. "I've been working on a project that's not only consumed me, but made me peevish."
Cool air whisked across her naked flesh. Paula relinquished her bruised feelings in lieu of her mounting desire. He grazed her ass. His finger traveled along her crack. His manipulation delivered marvelous chills. Angelo operated the strings of emotions like a puppeteer. "I thought you weren't in the mood."
"Shhhhhhh," he whispered.
He drew imaginative circles on her buttocks. Often, he claimed she had the sweetest ass in existence. Fondling her rump became his habit. He stroked those luscious crescents as though committing them to memory.
Angelo's gentle kneading provoked the separation of her legs. Paula moaned from the heat he kindled between them, and wanted nothing more than to feel that hardest part of him exploring her depths.
From behind, she heard his zipper, followed by the rustle of his jeans. He yanked his shirt over his head, then flung it. When he lowered his chest to her back, she trembled. Its woolly texture was sheer torture. Angelo was a hairy beast. Mmmmm. His limbs were wonderfully rough.
"Yes," she whimpered, yielding to his sheltering body. He kissed the nape of her throat while spreading her thighs farther apart with his knees. His swollen cock pressed into her back. Mmmmmm. Her boyfriend had equine proportions. Her initial glimpse at that monstrosity raised her pulse. It gave her endless pleasure. "Yes, Angelo. Do whatever you want to me."
He brushed her shoulders with his lips. Sparks jolted through her flesh. Ohhhhhhhh. She savored that arousing voltage. His hand delved under her, then collected a pert breast. He tweaked her nipple, sending an electrical current through her body.
"Oh, God," she murmured, going wild.
At length, he lifted himself. Paula awaited more of his crackling touch. Instead, he transferred his weight to one side, causing the bed to sag. After stretching his lithe body, she heard the drawer to the nightstand open and involuntarily tensed.
"No, Angelo," she whispered.
"You told me I could do as I pleased."
"But-"
"Shhhhhhhhhh. Relax, babe. I'll be gentle."
She winced as he smeared her anus with the cold lubricant. It wasn't as though she disliked anal sex-she simply yearned for him to enter her pussy. The thrill of butt-fucking differed from the customary one. She preferred them laying face to face, where she could lovingly gaze upon him. Objecting to his wishes could conceivably result in an argument. Realizing that, Paula held her tongue
Angelo made the experience pleasant. He oiled her rectum in fanciful swirls. Alert to her anxiety, he dipped cautiously into her butt. He exercised care in lubricating her. No matter how deeply he explored, he couldn't possibly reach the point at which his cock would sink. Angelo's enormous member was another reason for her consternation; she screeched when absorbing him. He was, by far, the largest man she'd had.
"Go slowly," she fretted. "I can't handle it when you push without stopping."
He kneeled between her tremulous thighs.
"You're much too nervous, babe. I won't hurt you."
Angelo covered Paula's petite frame. He sensed her concern. "Come on, babe. I'll make it good."
His words fell short of reassurance. What effectively lent persuasion was his finger. He slid his hand under her pussy and sought that fleshy dot.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula sighed upon contact.
Angelo tenderly jiggled her. That sumptuous ass rose and fell beneath his weight. "Yeah. Let me warm you up. Yeah, babe. Loosen yourself for me."
Paula's juices trickled onto his palm. Purring, she squirmed against him. He not only encompassed her juicy folds, but that supple nest, too.
Angelo's dick pulsated in her elegant crack. He slid back and forth, greasing his shaft with the excess gel. He pressed himself into that slick groove, allowing her to perceive his furious beat.
"Think you can handle it now, babe?" he whispered. "Can I cram myself into those sweet buns?"
Paula merely purred. Writhing, she caressed his shaggy arms.
Angelo propped himself over those oiled cheeks. Given its angry shade, the knob of his cock looked ready to burst. He guided the domed tip to the flowery wrinkle and pressed. Leisurely, he divided her anus.
"God," she yelped, clawing her nails. She scratched the sheets.
Angelo froze. "Want me to stop?"
In a hoarse voice, Paula said, "Slower. Not so much at once."
He had inserted only his cockhead. The rest of him ached for enclosure. "Okay."
He focused his weight on that quivering hole and let gravity take him down. He caused her ass-hole to expand and accept his descending mass. His introduction proceeded slowly. Burying himself to the trunk was his ultimate goal. Ahhhhhhh. That pink ring crushed him. He wanted to shoot before he began fucking-it felt that incredible.
"Yeah, babe," he grunted, sliding home. "Oh, yeah. I want to fuck your beautiful ass."
"Angelo," she whimpered. "Ohhhhhhh."
Paula was winded by the time his balls settled on her posterior. If his finger hadn't stirred her through his agonizing-ingress, she would have deemed it intolerable. He smashed his furry crotch to her trembling portal. Ohhhhhh. There was so much of him! Clearly, he did not put himself where he belonged. Her pussy was far more accommodating.
Angelo's manual stimulation had not reached its conclusion. He continued to play with her clit. Perfumed seepage dripped from her snatch. The scent of cunt permeated the room.
The moment his fingers resumed activity, Paula moaned. She nearly forgot where his dick was buried. Angelo's noteworthy equipment prevented that occurrence. She was plugged to the hilt, her ass-hole lined with cock. Resigned to its intense pressure, she focused on his pleasure-giving twitch.
"Do you like the way that feels, babe?" he whispered.
She nodded.
He moved faster, causing her to shake. "Yeah. You love when I toy with that button. The physical elation runs through every vessel."
Paula undulated, aiming for his propped digit. The hard pebble revolved around his fingertip. "Yes. It does feel good. Ohhhhhhh."
Angelo pulled back, then speared through dark squish. Paula gave no sign of protest. Back and forth he went, driving his cock into that ass. He kept his finger active while pumping her. Down his shaft went, slicing those buns in two. Her warm rectum enclosed him. His balls gave her ass a little slap. Oh, yeah. That butt hole squeezed him. He bulged around its greasy crimp. Paula, employing pressure, induced him to groan.
"Yeah, babe," Angelo muttered, rolling her onto her side. They remained attached through the ordeal. Embedded in her ass-hole, the possibility of disconnection was nil. His finger continued its circular thrill. The towel damply clung to Paula's front. He yanked it off, baring her excited nipples. Using his other hand, he groped her tits.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula moaned. Tiny electric shocks jolted through her body. Angelo released the accumulation of sparks with a soft tweak. Her hips jerked from the numbing ampage.
He studied her faraway daze. Paula's closed eyes and opened mouth alluded to her pensive frame. Her inflamed nipples and wet pussy enlightened him to her feverish arousal. Those thick stubs protruded between his fanned fingers; he sent forth a charge when brushing them. Her resulting shiver verified his hunch. He pressed that engorged clit and listened to her sob. Hot juice spilled from those warm cunt lips.
"Angelo," she whispered, "please.. .finish." He swung his hips and nailed her backdoor.
Ahhhhhhhhh. His cock sank into that tense rectum. Her warm, scrubbed flesh strained him. He could tell she wanted him to cum, hence achieving his fulfillment. Paula placed a higher importance on his gratification than hers. She wanted every session to culminate in his splendor.
Taking a cock in the ass limited her ability to climax. If he intended to get her off, he had to work her clit. Fighting against that warm, vibrant flesh-despite her assertion that orgasm meant little-magnified his pleasure. He wanted to consummate her satisfaction, despite her plea. Paula genuinely loved to peak, particularly when he jammed her to oblivion. Her statement, in his opinion, did not hold water.
"Come on, babe," he whispered in her ear. "I want you to cum."
"Forget it. Finish-now!" she insisted.
He rubbed her clit. "I want you to cum."
"No, Angelo." She tried pulling his hand away, but he defied her spurt of energy. His finger stayed rooted to her love button. "Please, baby-just cum."
Erupting in that suctioning cranny was a matter of several thrusts. He resisted from creaming. His dick shifted in small increments. His balls neared explosion. The urge to spew grew stronger.
He launched into a frantic massage. His fingertips wove over that moist cushion of pink flesh. Bearing down on that pulsing clit, he drove her wild. She trickled against his enclosed palm.
"Oh, yeah," she whimpered.
Encircling a ripe nipple with his thumb and forefinger, he gave her a shattering pinch. From her guttural cry, he imagined the charge it afforded.
"Oh, God," Paula cried, shaking. Angelo's large thumb whipped her into a frenzy. She no longer attempted to separate him from her throbbing button. Her vibrations grew in intensity. Ecstasy beamed from her face. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. I'm going to cum. I'm going to-ohhhhhhh!"
She thrashed in his embrace. He waited until she was beyond the point of no return when he slammed into that ass. His cock stormed through those smothering layers of spongy pulp.
"Don't cum in my ass," she abruptly advised. "Pull out and shoot on my back."
Angelo did not hear her above the roar of blood in his eardrums. He watched his long cock, slick with jelly, disappear between those twin cheeks.
"No, Angelo," she pleaded. "Don't squirt in my butt. You're going to flood my bowels "
Clutching her waist, he recklessly fed that tight anus his big dick. Its walls massaged him to orgasm. He thrust hard and fast, unable to stop himself, nor heed Paula's petition. Clamping a hand to her quivering mound, Angelo drove his whole cock into her rectum. His balls pushed around her quaking hole.
"Christ," he grunted through clenched teeth. Hot jism poured into her narrow channel. "Arrrggghhhh."
"Angelo," she sobbed, flush from defeat. She felt the fiery cream collect in her ass. "You bastard."
His groin pelted those butt cheeks while he emptied himself. Her ass-hole sucked the full amount he manufactured. He became anesthetized from the shock waves that assaulted his being.
He lay with her until the physical upheaval subsided. His cock, which had grown soft, popped from her ravaged butt. Cum oozed from her crevice.
"Why didn't you pull out?" Paula whined. "I didn't want you to gush inside me."
"Huh?" he muttered, half-conscious.
Indignant, Paula sat up. "I didn't want you to cum in my ass-but you went right ahead and shot your load, anyway." She shook her head. "I just took a shower and cleaned up, too."
He disregarded her complaint. In his perspective, Paula's criticism lacked relevance. "Then take another, babe." His tone was devoid of emotion.
"You care so little about me," she flatly accused. "Despite what I say, you go on and do what you want."
He sighed in resignation. "You've become quite a nag."
"What?" she could not hide her outrage.
"Didn't you get what you wanted, babe? I mean, I serviced you-good and proper."
"Is that the extent of your affection?" Paula rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Your capacity to love-or personal version of it-disturbs me."
"Perhaps we've come to the end of the road," he declared in a faint voice. "Our relationship has outlived its convenience."
"You honestly feel that way?" she asked, stunned by his summation.
"We took it to the limit. I guess it's time to part company."
She swallowed roughly. His unpredictable moods distressed her. Although she wasn't wild about severing their ties, she recognized its inevitability. In hindsight, she supposed their affair never had longevity. "I'm inclined to agree."
"I'll pack. You can stay on in Seattle for as long as you like. I'll leave you enough money for the next two months' rent."
She held back the tears. "Fine."
Springing onto his haunches, he blocked her path. "Before I go, however, there's something I must do."
"What's that?"
He dipped into the pocket of his pants and withdrew a St. Christopher's medal. It shimmered in the afternoon light, capturing her undivided attention.
"You've never shown that to me," she murmured, unable to avert her gaze.
"For a good reason, babe." He slipped it over his head and let it fall over that forested chest. "I never thought it necessary-until now."
"Angelo "
He grinned. That name was of his invention, as was the other he normally attached to his identity. He ultimately found that alias more to his liking: Sam Andriola.
"Just stare at it, babe-and set yourself free."
Paula's blue eyes grew huge.
CHAPTER SIX
Sheila and Linda were in the midst of a strenuous workout when they were visited by a rugged-looking blond hunk. Sheila, elevating her slim figure from the Leg Press, gave him the once-over while Linda calmly jogged on the Tread Mill. Her half-sister's lukewarm reception surprised her. Their guest was of lush quality. Linda favored fair-haired men, specifically of German-Irish descent, with a groomed mustache such as their virile arrival. Muscles rippled from his arms. She assumed he could bench-press twice his weight, given his biceps' dimensions.
Linda, strangely, distanced herself from everyone. Her behavior annoyed Sheila.
"How are you ladies doing?" he pleasantly greeted.
"Good," Sheila purred, conspicuously scanning his body. "Very good."
He grinned from her frank study. "Spend much time here?"
Sheila's sensual, lips provocatively curved. "As often as possible. We meet the most delicious men."
He acknowledged her compliment and seductive analysis with a little surveillance of his own. Sheila's big-breasted figure intrigued him. Linda's coolness, by default, ranked her second. Clad in tights and leotards, their bodies were shown to advantage.
"I'm Kurt Driehardt," he said.
"Sheila Davenport." She tapped her bosom, then pointed a finger, "Linda Webster."
Linda, absorbed in her routine, failed to offer a friendly smile. Her half-sister's aloofness irked Sheila. Linda did not normally behave poorly. Her demeanor was comparable to a harsh slap. Sheila mentally dictated a note to herself, determined to consult her ill-mannered sibling.
To compensate Linda's insouciance, Sheila carried the conversation. "We haven't seen much of you."
He beamed. She was positive he wanted to crack, "You can see all you want, just pull down these shorts." Instead, Kurt responded, "My work hours fluctuate. I'm a pilot for an airline."
Mmmmmm. Sheila envisioned a hefty bankroll. Pilots generally received steep remuneration, allowing some to live extravagantly. The absence of a wedding band increased his appeal. "That profession has always earned my respect. It must take tremendous courage to fly one of those huge planes."
He shrugged while straddling a muscle-conditioning machine. His biceps expanded the moment he pulled down on the stacked weights. "I suppose they can intimidate-but if you've had Air Force training, they're a piece of cake."
They talked for a while. Sheila learned enough to realize he was next on her agenda. Her memory of him had been jogged as he supplied answers to her carefully submitted questions. His name and confidential statistics were in the building's database of its residents. She merely overlooked him.
From his athletic looks and rife sex appeal, she wanted to get naked with him. Ohhhhhhh. The thought of riding that magnificent body made her wet. From her viewpoint, Kurt promised to be quite a stud.
Linda absented herself from those calculations. "I'm going to head back and take a shower," she informed Sheila, without glancing at Kurt. "See you in a bit."
"Fine." Sheila didn't dare stage a scene before her quarry. Her proposed lecture would wait until later. "Are you planning to go somewhere this evening?"
"Not to my knowledge."
"Good. Let's stay in and have dinner."
Linda waved, then took her leave.
"Who was that?" Kurt asked, checking her out.
"My half-sister. I believe she isn't feeling well." She stroked Kurt's upper arm, teeming with muscle. "I, on the other hand, am terrific."
He shot her a grin. "I'll bet you are."
Within seconds of Linda's departure, the door to the fitness center opened and Paula appeared. She waved nonchalantly at Sheila.
"Another friend?" Kurt pressed.
"Yes. Paula Meyers. She lives in this building. Perhaps you've seen her."
"I'm afraid not," he said. "My last few flights were back to back, taking me all over the country. I've hardly been around." His prolonged gaze informed Sheila he was equally attracted to her.
Paula's luscious body in that striking, skintight outfit accelerated her pulse. Recalling their steamy incident of the other day, along with Paula's disenchantment with her boyfriend, Sheila considered killing two birds with one stone. Surely Paula would be open-minded to an afternoon romp particularly if it involved a stud like Kurt. Her adventurous nature guaranteed it.
Paula sauntered to the machines, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Her distracted look resembled Linda's-engrossed with some personal matter.
"What's been happening?" Sheila inquired. "It's been days since I last saw you."
"Angelo kept me busy," she replied.
"Oh? With what?"
Paula waved her off. "A few pet projects he's been meaning to complete-nothing very interesting." Her blue eyes ventured in Kurt's direction. "Hi, I'm Paula."
"So I was told. I'm Kurt."
Paula warmed to him. Her lips curved and her eyes flashed. Kurt's charisma apparently punctured her self-absorption. Sheila was relieved to see evidence of the girl she remembered.
From Paula's flirtatious glances, Kurt was led to believe her relationship with Angelo was either platonic or frayed. Sheila, not to be forgotten, insinuated herself in the scheme. Both women were so titillating, Kurt couldn't choose. They pressed their tits against him, grazed his thigh and came close to mischievously brushing his crotch with their fingers. Their suggestive comments bolstered his suspicion that they were making a play.
Sheila simplified his decision. After spending an hour and half sweating with the man, she took the shrewd approach. "You ever make it with two girls?"
"Huh?"
"Haven't you done a three-way with some stewardesses?" Paula chimed.
A devilish smile took shape. "like you wouldn't believe."
Sheila silently took stock of his paraphernalia upon their arrival. Kurt had the consummate bachelor pad, replete with the trimmings: bar, trophy case, a few paintings and furniture designed for fucking. He had a coin collection that made her pulse jump. Accumulating silver seemed a mundane hobby unless valuable pieces graced that assortment.
Kurt was oblivious to her surveillance. Paula unconsciously kept him enthralled. "Would either of you care for a drink?"
"Would it be too forward of us to request champagne?" Sheila asked.
"As it happens, I have Dom Perignon cooling on ice."
Sheila applauded. "By all means, drag the bucket to the playroom, and let the festivities begin."
Kurt's bedroom was a veritable sexual arena ostensibly created for sport rather than repose. The brass headboard of his water bed seemed designed for handcuffs or silk restraints. The circular ceiling mirror was strategically placed to capture all the action. A control panel built into the sides of the bed appeared ready to command recessed lighting, an entertainment system and possibly a hidden video camera.
Kurt poured champagne in their glasses, then relaxed against the pillows. He made no motion to undress, nor did he direct them to do so. A lazy afternoon of experimentation beckoned.
Sheila shed her tights first. Baring her flawless legs, she stretched them for Kurt's inspection. "When do you fly next?"
He grinned. "Why do you ask?"
"I want to know how long we can stay and ravage you."
He laughed. "Unfortunately, you have the day. Tomorrow, I have to be in Tucson, then New York. My schedule, I'm sad to report, is full for the weeks ahead."
His imminent departure from Seattle presented an unforeseen obstacle. He wasn't leaving her much time, and Paula compounded the situation. Sheila patted her canvas bag. Her diamond pendant was stowed inside, primed for the initiation of a new slave.
She had a feeling about Paula. Perhaps she could enchant Kurt without alarming her friend. She could conceivably pull it off without repercussions if her hypnotic instructions were properly administered.
Mmmmmm. Risk turned her on-specifically when it entailed two sensual creatures.
Paula, eager to entice Kurt, removed not only her tights, but her leotard as well. She dropped her clothes with abandon, dancing to an unheard beat. Her blonde hair whipped from one shoulder to the other. She solicited Kurt's notice and got it.
"You've got to get naked, too," she purred.
"Why don't you take care of that for me," he hoarsely suggested.
"That task ought to be jointly handled," Sheila murmured, yanking off her leotard. Her tits bounced vigorously after being set free. She succeeded in dividing Kurt's attention. The corner of his mouth tugged. Sheila's gape dropped to his crotch, where a tent was in the making. "There is too much there to attempt handling alone, honey."
Paula wasn't about to share Kurt without a fight. Sliding onto the bed, she snuggled against his manly form. She selfishly sought his lips. Kurt responded with a groan. She pressed herself to his mouth, then inserted her tongue. Kurt gladly permitted her entry. His arms surrounded her, dragging her lush nudity to his chest. She could feel the hunger inside him from the intensity of their kiss.
Kurt was transported by those voracious lips. His cock twitched inside his athletic shorts. Sheila accentuated his chill by lightly stroking his apparatus. Her feathery caress influenced its steady growth.
Sheila groped his erection. Kurt was a well-hung male-equipped to accommodate more than one partner. She looked forward to sitting on those sturdy thighs and rocking herself to orgasm-that was, after pilfering certain items.
"Look at this thing," Sheila mentioned while tracing it with her finger. Kurt's impressive bulge stole her breath. "He's enormous."
Paula glimpsed it, then tossed Kurt a wink. "Mmmmmm. What a man."
"Why don't you take it out?" Kurt suggested. "Give it some air-and saliva."
"Excellent idea." Sheila tugged the elastic waistband over his hips, then steered that thick organ from captivity. His dick emerged like a swinging club. The wrist-thick base tapered to a trimmer, bulbous tip. His cock was of increasing width, promising a wicked ride. "Oh, wow. Look, Paula. Look at it."
Kurt was fondling Paula's breasts when she turned. His thumbs bordered her pert nipples. Her outpouring joy became evident. 'Touch my pussy," she whispered after a moment's leer. "Feel how wet I am from seeing it."
Kurt's hand dropped to her blonde curls, then dipped between her lips. "Soaked," was his delighted assessment.
"Get his shirt off," Sheila motioned. "I want to see the whole package before he goes in my mouth."
Paula carried out her wish. Kurt voluntarily raised his arms so that she could yank the tank top over his head. His highly developed chest featured a carpet of gold-the exact shade of his mustache. Kurt's coppery tan was obviously the outcome of top transcontinental sunbathing spots.
Kurt observed Sheila drooling over his prized member. "In my book, if it looks good-eat it."
Sheila lifted her eyebrows. "That, it does."
Kirk raised his hips, aiming for her mouth. His bloated crown almost skimmed her lips. "Go for it. Have some."
His masculine scent drove her wild. She kissed the head, then traced the fleshy overhang of its rim with her tongue. Within seconds of completing that revolution, a bead of cum oozed from its slit. Sheila spared not a moment in cleaning it. Kurt had a rich, salty flavor.
"I want some, too," Paula whined, neighboring herself between his hair-dusted thighs. "Share that thing with me."
"Give her a part to suck on," Kirk said.
Sheila clasped his pulsing shaft. Kirk's dick dwarfed her dainty fist. He had, what she termed, a woman pleaser. "Think you could handle this much?" she teased Paula. "A girl of your tender age might not know what to do with it"
"Give me a chance. I want to try." She tongued him softly, fluttering over that velvet track. A fine stream of bubbles were left in the wake of that vibrant tip.
"Oh, yeah," Kurt said, momentarily abandoning his cool, and visibly enjoying her technique. His sharp intake suggested his utter delight with her sample trial. "Wow. That was some sweet action."
"I can do better than that," Sheila bragged. "What you got, baby, was a taste of heaven. Here's the actual trip-a nonstop flight."
She descended upon that obtuse-angled cock, taking it into a hot suck. Kurt's convulsive gasp wasn't enough to satisfy her. She drew powerfully on him, smothering that thriving piece of man flesh in her oral heat.
"Jesus," Kurt groaned, ill-prepared for such fierce suction. Sheila looked a delicate soul of feline grace hardly the torrentially winded cock swallower latched to him. He witnessed those luscious lips scurrying to the root, ambitiously consuming him. His whole cock vanished in one continuous gulp. His features contorted as she twisted up and down his thing.
"Mmmmmm," Sheila slobbered.
Sheila's foray amused Paula. "He's going nuts. Look at him!" Kurt's weathered expression served as proof. "God, how can you take so much of it? I'd choke if I went down on him that fast."
Sheila was totally oblivious. Her lips ascended and descended Kurt, bound for orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh," he groaned, writhing beneath the force of her suction.
Paula tapped her on the shoulder. "That was dirty pool. I thought we were evenly matched. Deep-throating him might be a hard act to follow, but I want to try. Hand over that cock and let me give it my best shot."
Sheila slowly disgorged him. Kurt trembled after his release. "I suppose there's only one way of proving who's better. We'll ask the judge."
Kurt shook his head. "It's a close contest."
Sheila's lips curved. "Do you think you can tell whose tongue is on you if you were blindfolded?"
Paula giggled. "What a splendid idea. He'll recognize us for our unique licks."
"A blindfold?" Kurt echoed. "But I like watching you on it. Shielding my eyes would rob me of that pleasure."
"The option of ripping it off is always yours," Sheila pointed out. "Indulge us. We're each curious to learn who's going to bring you to a boil."
"How do we decide the winner?" Paula asked.
"He'll cum in her mouth." Sheila dropped her nipple to his eye level. That pink protuberance looked bursting with flavor. "The winner gets the seat of her choice: his lap, or his face." In a soft voice, she asked, "Do you like to eat pussy, cowboy?"
"It's my specialty," he crowed. "I've been known to raise a ceiling or two with my rotary method. Hmmmmmmmm. I'll bet yours is honey-glazed."
"Let's hope I'm the one who milks you," Sheila sassed. "Then you'll know for sure."
Kurt produced a silk scarf from a hidden compartment in the bed frame. "Will one of you ladies perform the honors?"
Paula snatched it from him before Sheila could put a hand out. T tie a better knot." Sheila feigned indignation. "Bitch." Paula laughed.
Kurt settled back on the pillows, visually handicapped. "I'm ready when you are, ladies."
Sheila ravenously regarded his tall-standing cock. "We can see that."
"No talking!" Paula declared. "You'll tip him off. We've got to make this fair."
Sheila permitted Paula to devise and enforce the rules. She even let her go first. When Paula lowered her face to Kurt's throbbing dick, Sheila examined her bag. Her pendant awaited gainful employment.
"Oh, yeah," Kurt croaked as Paula's tongue slithered up and down his cock. "Ahhhhhhh. That feels incredible." His thighs attempted to close around Paula's lithe body, but Sheila kept them separated.
Paula applied one shiny coat after another on that suckable dick. That was a whole lot of man to take into her mouth, but Paula yearned for it. Kurt had the kind of cock extensively publicized in porno movies. Surely that monstrosity had reaped the benefits of many tongues and cunts-with several other-ingenious devices thrown in for good measure. No matter the range of talent he believably enjoyed, Paula wanted badly to relieve him of his frustrating burden.
Sheila pulled her back by the shoulder. Paula's tongue wiggled away from that cunt-loving shaft. She wasn't nearly through giving him a demonstration of her cocksucking expertise. Paula silently pouted while her sexy competitor dove for it.
Sheila puckered that triangular dick. Wrapping her lips about the head proved an attainable feat, but as she descended its length, the elasticity of her mouth was driven to the limit. Having confirmed a flair for deep-throat, Sheila reveled in reproducing her eye-popping performance. Inch by inch, she swallowed him. His cock entered her throat. Her tongue remained in constant motion, thrilling him with its butterfly strokes.
Kurt's Adam's apple rippled. His lips turned in degrees, contingent on the amount imbibed. His golden mustache danced after each gulp. Sheila's imagine sucks elicited a wrenching groan. "Oh, yeah. I can tell who's got the bottomless throat."
Paula yanked Sheila away, then signaled for her to extend the same courtesy. Sheila surrendered her thriving mouthful without incident. Having achieved total relaxation of the muscles, her dislodging him was a mere twist of the lips.
Paula's method of downing him was almost an exact duplication. Her lips rolled over that manly stalk, striving fully to ingest him. She maneuvered her tongue differently, applying a tormenting caress. She kissed Kurt's balls after settling to the ample base.
"Ahhhhhhh." Kurt threw his head back. His chest expanded and contracted from the oral commotion the girls engendered. The temptation to remove his blindfold reached epic proportions. He wanted to see his giant cock vanish in its recipient's face.
Sheila appreciated Kurt's difficulty before jumping into action. Timing had always been of the essence when enlisting a new servant. Accessing her canvas bag, she extracted the diamond pendant. It glittered beneath the array of overhead lights and mirror. She slipped on her instrument of enslavement while observing Paula's blonde tresses fall over Kurt's lap. By the time Paula whipped her mane aside and provided an unobstructed view of his bulging foundation encompassed by a pair of red lips, Sheila had her jewel aligned for his induction.
Sweat poured from Kurt's temple. Christ. That mouth-whose ever it was-drove him insane. It sucked his cock to a bursting apex. He just had to watch those dick-famished lips stroke him to orgasm without waiting for the shuddering finale.
"Okay, I want to see who's sucking it," he growled, ridding himself of the shielding scarf. The knot Paula secured was no match for his frustration. He tossed it to the side and gazed at Paula's bobbing head. She gorged herself on his king-sized member. Cock protruded from those luscious lips. He pushed a little more into her dazed expression. Ahhhhhhhh. He groaned as she drew strongly on his trapped organ. "You're doing a swell job, baby. Why don't you finish?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Paula sobbed. After sucking him for several uninterrupted minutes, she couldn't stop herself. She prodded that flourishing mass with her tongue. Kurt's hearty pulse excited her. His large vein beat soundly against her sinuous tip. Widening her lips, she attempted to increase her intake. Kurt had already exacted the range of her lips; that hadn't hindered her from trying.
Kurt lazily switched from Paula to Sheila. He half-expected her to be jiggling herself from that stirring accomplishment. Instead, he was met with a curious sight. Sheila aimed a diamond pendant, which he hadn't seen before, so that it glittered brightly. Although he yearned to resume his study of Paula's pleasure-giving mouth, he was inexplicably riveted to that jewel.
Sheila saw his tension dim, replaced by the familiar emotionless countenance she ordained. His clear blue eyes went still, then enlarged. His pupils seemed to shrink in size as she deepened his trance. Kurt responded favorably to her pendant.
"Take your mouth off him," Sheila commanded. "Now."
Paula discounted Sheila's order. She went on sucking his dick as though deaf.
Sheila gripped her shoulders, then steered her away from that big cock. Webs of spittle clung to its awesome shape. Bubble formations dribbled to its plump foundation. Although under her influence, Kurt exhibited a full-scale erection. Not the slightest dent was put on its dimensions.
Paula shook herself from her sex-induced stupor. Kurt's vacant look puzzled her. His sightlessness propelled her panic. "What's wrong with him?" she whispered.
"Get away from him," Sheila firmly spoke. She dragged her safely from his proximity. "You mustn't touch him."
"Did you do something?" Paula stammered.
"Be still."
Paula sensed trouble. She linked responsibility for Kurt's condition to the pendant that suddenly materialized. "Does it have something to do with that."
"Shush."
"Keep away from me!" Paula exclaimed, inching from her soothing grasp.
Sheila identified Paula's growing hysteria. Panic was the last thing she needed-or anticipated. Paula's reaction was unforeseen. She expected the girl to be stunned, but not to flip out on her. She had to intercede before she woke Kurt.
"Calm down." Sheila wrestled Paula. The two naked women struggled while Kurt stared into space with his legs spread and cock upright. Fortunately, Sheila managed to climb on top of her without Paula disturbing him. Stationing a knee on either side of her head, Paula was pinned. Sheila reveled at the silken feel of her bucking curves. Paula turned her on, even at the height of madness. The pendant, hanging freely from her jutting breasts, held her sole recourse. "There's no cause for alarm."
Paula lay still. That fearsome pendant swung pendulously before her eyes.
Sheila backed away, uncovering Paula's tits. Lowering her hands, she gently brushed the alert nipples with her palms. "It's okay. Stop worrying. Everything will be fine. Trust me."
Paula moaned while receiving that lush massage. Her blue eyes were trained on the pendant.
Sheila lightly rotated those nipples with her fingertips. "You won't remember, baby. You won't remember. Leave it to me. I'll erase it from your mind, like an incorrect pencil mark on a piece of paper. Yeah. Shhhh."
Paula's fear slowly dissipated as Sheila took control. The myriad colors glittering before her were inescapable. The upsetting scene that just occurred was eclipsed by Sheila's tranquilizing message and that flashing display.
Sheila dismounted her just as Paula went under. Those blue eyes dimmed, then went hollow. "That's it, baby. Settle down." The girl's nipples were fully distended, a sign of peak arousal. Later, Sheila would surely enjoy her revival. Paula was sure to be insatiable.
Sheila shook her head. Damn! She hadn't counted on having to use hypnosis to sedate her. Paula struck her as a bit naive; she expected to pull off Kurt's submission with almost no explanation. Mesmerization was the last, lamentable resort. Paula gave her no choice but to freeze her emotions.
Maintaining a safe distance, she said to a mentally anesthetized Paula, "You will recall nothing of this incident. At the snap of my fingers, it will be entirely deleted from your mind."
Paula didn't blink or move.
She switched to Kurt. Slumped against a nest of pillows, his muscled thighs thrown apart and that upright cock coated with spit, he appeared ready for a sex marathon; his unbroken stare put that scenario on hold. Until she authorized it, Kurt's spirit was in limbo.
"Your soul is mine," she coldly informed him. "You are powerless to defy me. My instructions will be followed without critique, nor rebellion. I do not abide impertinence. You are my slave and will obey at my command. Nod to acknowledge your fate."
He did.
"Good." Her voice lacked benevolence. When relieving someone of priceless goods, extending kindness was trivial. Robbery was a grim task. "Do you have a safe? Stored valuables? Expensive collectibles? Hidden treasures? I want them all."
Kurt provided her with an impressive list. He, like others drafted into subservience, kept dozens of salable items on premises. Among Sheila's acquisitions were stock certificates, gold coins, rare artwork, jewelry and other disposable property.
She hauled them to her condo without incident. Linda was not at home. Where her half-sister had gone was anyone's guess. Linda no longer offered any explanations. Sheila intended to revisit the subject of her estrangement. The months they'd enjoyed of absolute closeness seemed an eternity away. When considering that her half-sister had searched endlessly for her, rescued her from Sam Andriola's awful tentacles to become her caring partner, Linda's detachment held no logic.
God! The thought of Sam Andriola gave her the chills. Even stumbling upon his name, much less conjuring his image, brought a rash of goose bumps. The man, in her opinion, was thoroughly repellent.
Sheila returned to the scene of her most recent crime, finding Kurt and Paula legitimately spellbound. She prepared to navigate them to the conscious world, minus their cognizance of her domination. Final instructions were individually issued, forbidding them to recall the events leading to their captivation.
Sheila lowered her mouth to Paula's cunt and licked the juicy flaps. She had stayed moist, even during her recruitment. Three slurps later, Paula stirred.
Without missing a beat, Sheila shifted to Kurt. His balls became her salivary target. She lapped his taut sac until his chest progressively rose and fell.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he muttered.
"Mmmmmmm," Sheila murmured, running her tongue over his fleshy pouch. Kurt's exhalations verified that her post-hypnotic instructions had taken effect. She glanced over her shoulder at Paula. "I thought we were engaged in a blow job tournament."
Paula displayed no distressed signs. The conversion of her frantic behavior to ignorant bliss seemed genuine. Smiling dreamily at Sheila, she recommenced her luxurious suckle.
Mere sucking, however, was unacceptable to Kurt. His energized libido required something more satisfying than those kittenish licks. Picking up his hips, he thrust his cock in the air. "Go ahead, baby," he suggested to Paula. "Sit on it."
Paula contemplated a ride on that immense shaft. "Sure."
Although she voluntarily mounted him, Kurt dragged her into position. He seemed impatient about getting inside her pussy. Given the consequences of post-hypnosis, his voracious need for sex was understandable.
Paula spread her legs wide for that vertical cock. Sheila continued to provide additional lubrication with her saliva-rich tip. She wriggled over those succulent folds, gleaning her natural sugars. Mmmmmm. Paula moaned from Sheila's foamy swabbing.
Kurt trembled from the powerful demand in his loins. He gripped Paula's waist and aimed for her squishy center. His bulbous head punctured those wet, puffy lips. He encountered Sheila's vigorous tongue whipping Paula into a frenzy. She brushed his dick with hot saliva. Ahhhhhhh. He stuck more of his shaft into that cunt, then clenched his teeth. Paula took possession of him. Bearing down with his heels and reclaiming his breath, he jammed a generous portion into that tight pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh," Paula moaned as Kurt entered her. God! It felt good to be opened by a man. Kurt's extraordinary dimensions split her in half as gravity took her to his awesome trunk. His size made her ache. "Oh, baby, there's so much.. .ohhhhh! You're so thick-so big."
"You can take it," Sheila whispered, delving into her expanding orifice. Kurt bulged significantly within her quivering border. "Push down and take more."
"Ohhlihhhhhhhh," Paula sobbed. Arching her spine, her mouth dropped open. Her visible anguish did not prevent her from straining to increase her consumption. An uncommon itchiness deep in her pussy needed to be scratched. The astonishing reach of Kurt's cock enabled her contact with that remote spot. Paula had never been afflicted with such horniness in the past. Swiveling her hips, she attempted to capture more of it.
"That's right, baby," Kurt gasped. Perspiration cropped at his brow. His features screwed up as she ground herself to him. He had no tolerance for prolonging her descent. Getting to her sodden core was of vital importance. Urgency fueled his veins. He helped her by jerking his hips. His cock sliced into a warm, clinging cunt. Slowly, they completed the connection. The wet, juicy lips stuck to him. Paula smothered him in liquid heat. "Ahhhhhh. Yeah. Let me in that tight pussy."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Paula saw stars when meeting his rock-solid base. Kurt leaned into her soft mound, smashing his balls to her ass.
Sheila lashed that emerging section of him. Kurt protruded from Paula's gored cunt. Using her tongue, she traced the pink edging that cleaved to Kurt's dick. Mmmmmmmm. Her saliva oozed behind Paula's constricted flaps, greasing her for Kurt's pulsing mass. Kurt went in and out of that snatch with less blockage.
"Oh, yeah," Paula moaned, humping him. The enormous diameter of his base no longer posed a problem. Her pussy kissed his balls without any unpleasant backlash. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
"Does that feel good?" Kurt muttered. He gripped Paula's slim waist and yanked her down. His balls slapped her ass. "Here. Come back for some more." He slammed himself into her, causing her to thrash. He savagely pumped her with his bony dick without allowing her a moment's recovery. That hot pussy swallowed him whole, sucking him into its buttery warmth.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula whimpered with abandon. "Oh, yes. Fuck me with that big cock."
Sheila was content doling out her frothy lashes, but Kurt had other plans. He dragged her away from Paula's pulsing clit. "You're going to sit on my face."
Sheila offered no argument. In a burst of strength, he aligned her pussy with his mouth. That first curling slurp robbed her of oxygen; the second and third brought screaming. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Eat me, baby. Eat my snatch. Suck my clit."
"Mmmmmm," Kurt growled against her refreshing cunt-flesh. Her honey flowed down his throat. "Yeah, baby. Ooze on my tongue."
Sheila rode his face. Temporarily forgetting that lodged member in Paula's cunt, she concentrated on his meandering probe. Kurt ate ravenously of her sugary pulp. His mustache tickled her pussy. Blindly, Sheila humped that wriggling tongue. She sobbed as it fucked her.
Paula, moving forward, locked her lips around Sheila's swollen nipple. She tongued that nub until it throbbed in her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured, sucking it.
No matter how briskly Sheila moved, Kurt's expert tip followed her. His fast, satisfying whips were going to make her climax. She had no control over her pleasure's course. Kurt was in the driver's seat. He felt it necessary to accelerate her pace.
Paula galloped on Kurt's lap, gripping him in a delirious vise. That hard, burrowing cock was exactly what she needed. She brought her clasping lips down on that rigid thing. Kurt's balls ballooned from the strain. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Unable to contain her ecstasy, she embraced Sheila. Their mouths met and exchanged tongues. Mmmmm. Sheila's kiss fired her passion. Mewling, she ground herself to the cum-swollen balls.
Sheila pressed herself to Kurt's mouth. Ohhhhhh. He jabbed his tongue into her cunt. She gasped from its delightful stretch. He circled her clit, assaulting it in the same serpentine fashion. Sheila's lower region tingled from his oral attack. The barrage of tingles radiated to every nerve in her body.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned, unable to shake the chills he delivered. "I'm going to cum."
Her announcement escalated his slurps. His ferocious suck sent her over the edge. Sheila went hoarse, her vocal cords hurting from those guttural cries. She pelted him with her slick mound while in the throes of orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhh," she screamed. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Sheila slumped from his face just as Kurt felt the jism cooking in his nuts. He was about to explode in Paula's cunt. He hammered her with his dick, imploring her to accompany him to paradise. The additional slamming was unnecessary. Paula had already achieved fulfillment. Her beautiful face was riddled with contortions. She willingly surrendered to the onslaught. Her wild gyrations threatened to snap off his rigid member.
"Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Kurt gushed into that contracting cunt. He thought he was going to lose consciousness from the ferocity of his spasms. He couldn't recall cumming with such force, or longevity.
"Uggghhhhh," he howled. "Uggghhhhhh."
While Kurt succumbed to sleep, Paula floated into Sheila's arms. They pecked at each other's lips and whispered endearments. A lovely, caring afterglow followed.
Paula fastened Sheila with an impish look. "You realize, of course, it didn't work."
"Hmmmmmm?" Sheila murmured. "What do you mean?"
She tinkled with laughter. "You didn't hypnotize me."
Sheila's heart nearly stopped. "What?"
Paula rose. From the slant of her features, she contained a secret of which Sheila hadn't the slightest clue. "Come with me. I have a surprise for you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda found it increasingly difficult to maintain the illusion of loyalty and affection with Sheila. After several private meetings with Sam Andriola, she felt a traitor. The man ruthlessly extracted information from her, regardless of the torment he aroused in doing so. He cared little for Linda's heartstrings. His thirst for intimate detail was greater than Linda's emotional welfare. He was unquestionably a villain.
She rushed from the fitness room, unable to cope with the extent of her betrayal. Looking Sheila square in the eye gnawed at her conscience. Participating jointly in entrancing someone lacked its former excitement. Linda could not concentrate while cognizant that she would ultimately report the episode to Sam. He insisted on being told everything. No item escaped his awareness.
Linda declined Sheila's current proposal-captivating the handsome blond stud in the fitness room-and took her leave. Distancing herself from Sheila meant not having anything specific to recount for Sam. He compelled her to describe Sheila's habits-from her routine schedule, the places she frequented, to the people with whom she shared a rapport or those she hypnotized and plundered. Sam was kept apprised of every resident who was held victim to Sheila's diamond pendant. He had, upon occasion, jotted down the names of those she mentally overpowered.
Linda reasoned that if she were absent, some of those accounts would elude her, and, therefore, be omitted from her narrative to Sam. She wouldn't be lying to him. She simply wouldn't have familiarity of them.
By maintaining her veil of silence, she risked alienating Sheila. Principally, Linda did not wish to offend her half-sister, but for her own protection, she edited her disposition so that not even a hint of reassurance could be found. Sam forbade her to divulge his mastery of her will, but he failed to restrict her from being unsociable. When answering his battery of questions, he failed to probe into her motivation. He selfishly wanted news-not whether Linda deliberately avoided an encounter.
Linda prayed he would tire of the unexciting material he culled and eventually release her from his ranks. She counted on his boredom to save her from further humiliation.
Just as she passed the emergency exit en route to the condo, the door suddenly swung open. Sam bolted in front of her, obstructing her path.
"Why aren't you with your half-sister?" he snarled. "You left her in the fitness room."
Linda swallowed roughly. "I wasn't in the mood for exercise. I thought I might go shopping this afternoon."
"And leave Sheila to operate alone? Is that what you've been doing?"
She had underestimated Sam's perception. The man was no fool. He obviously saw through her plan. He deprived her of the ability to invent falsehoods. He compelled her to respond to his questions accurately.
"Yes," she quietly agreed.
Sam's features turned ugly. "You were told once before, I won't abide insolence."
She trembled. "Please, Sam-release me from your commission. It hurts me to deceive Sheila."
"Your petty conscience is unimportant to me. You will serve me as I prescribe. After foiling my plans in the past, I intend to make you suffer." He seized her wrist and physically dragged her to the emergency exit. "I ought to punish you for your disrespectfulness."
Her strength was no match for Sam's. He easily hauled her through the door and up the stairwell. He could have simply commanded her to follow, but by infuriating him, she was to be towed. They were headed for his condo, where he would enact some brutal form of retaliation.
"No, Sam," she pleaded. "Don't harm me."
"Physical discipline is not my intention," he muttered. "You'll receive stronger medicine."
He hurled her through his door. Linda flew across the room and onto the sofa. Sam strode to her, venting a sneer. She expected him to slap her, yet he never raised a hand. Instead, he reached into his jeans pocket and withdrew his gold St. Christopher's medal. Calmly, he slipped it around his neck. Shimmering on his colored T-shirt, it commanded her gaze.
"Look upon it," he ordered. "Surrender to its radiance, bitch."
Linda shook her head in misery. "Don't, Sam-I beg of you."
"Don't oppose my authority," he rumbled. "You've been stripped of determination."
The refracting light of the medallion intensified. Linda descended into that realm in which she possessed no will power. The chains Sam fashioned about her rattled. Helplessly, she submitted.
The corners of Sam's mouth tugged as he witnessed her mesmerization. Linda's pupils dilated, her facial cast transformed to stone. Yes, she yielded her soul. He took pleasure in enslaving her.
"You've been a naughty girl, Linda," he gently rebuked. "Your lack of cooperation has been duly noted. I suppose I am partially to blame. I should have been more thorough in my instructions. My sloppiness led to your insubordination. Naturally, I will correct my mistake." He took a deep breath before speaking to her subconscious, and chose his words wisely. "You will make it your business to trail your sister and not leave her side unless you are to keep an appointment with me. There will be no exceptions to this rule. Is that understood?"
She mechanically nodded.
That impotent mien was far more satisfying than a severe beating. Sam savored power. As her puppeteer, he enjoyed pulling those strings to his satisfaction.
He awakened her with a kiss. His tongue traced the bottom rim of her sensual lips.
Linda's eyelids fluttered as she regained her alertness. Vaguely aware of the sour feeling in the pit of her stomach, she rapidly felt it travel to that molten region in her loins. That invariable horniness gripped her. No matter how she tried to repel it, the craving for sex consumed her. "Sam," she whined, experiencing that hot quiver. "Please, Sam. Ohhhh."
Sam recognized Linda's affliction. "No," he smugly eluded her grasp. "I don't want you, bitch. Your handiwork is all I wish to obtain. Crawl to one of those studs on the sundeck and have him service you. Recruit a phalanx of them, if you must, but don't bother me."
Linda could not reconcile herself to that end. She seriously needed Sam. The flames in her pussy would not wane. He had turned her into a sex addict-a restless nympho. "You've got to fuck me."
"I don't have to do shit, babe," he reminded her. "Pleasing you is not one of my responsibilities." Glancing down at the heft of his cock, he fixed her with a fiendish smile while stroking it. "I'm saving myself for your half-sister. She's getting it-not you."
Oblivious to his renunciation, she tore her leotard and tights from her riled flesh. Her pussy screamed for cock. A storm raged through her body for which there was no refuge, no cure other than Sam's well-hung member. "You can't leave me like this. You're liable for putting me through this hell. You've got to fuck me."
He merely laughed at her frenzied demands.
She caught him by the buns and rubbed her face against his crotch. Her nose, cheeks and chin pressed into his flaccid equipment. "Don't you dare deny me this," she whimpered. "Please, Sam. I'll do anything you want anything, if you give me your beautiful cock."
Linda's hysteria amused Sam. He had unleashed a turbulent urge in that dark-haired enchantress. Linda was not physically unattractive; he thought her sexy. His captivation with Sheila, however, was far more urgent. Sheila's allure outweighed Linda's. He reserved his lust for her voluptuous half-sister.
Linda interpreted Sam's lengthening silence as a victory. Without hesitation, she unzipped his pants. Although his dick remained inert, her determination flared. She seized it with her lips after tugging down his briefs and commenced with her arsenal of tricks.
Sam refrained from delving into his library of erotic images to assist her. If Linda insisted upon erecting him, her unique skills would have to provide that success. He watched that mouth caress his mass of lifeless flesh. Bubbly saliva dripped from its top. Anchoring his hands to his hips, he assumed a defiant stance.
"Can you make it big?" he muttered.
Linda's eyes flashed. "Not only big, but hard enough to fuck."
The commotion of those lips began to inspire him. He twitched from their moist stroke. Her tongue accentuated her exhilarating pucker. A tingling shower permeated his groin. His cock started to inch. Its development was not rapid. Sam resolved to let her oral mastery propel his desire.
"You really can't help sucking that dick, can you?" he taunted. "You've lost control of your appetite." Those wet lips enclosed him. His head veered back as he clenched his teeth. She made him larger with each successive sweep. He basked in her hot vacuum.
"Mmmmmmm," Sheila panted, spurring his growth. She framed his crotch, weaving her fingers into his dark pubes. Her thumbs offered his balls luscious rotation. "Mmmmmm." Her hum reaped positive results. Sam began filling her cock-loving mouth. She latched onto his unfurling length, urging him to swell by degrees. Her serpentine tongue cajoled its throbbing span.
As before, Sam discarded his prejudice and submitted to that hungry gullet. His ten inches protruded from her sucking lips. He cupped the back of her head and fed himself into that quivering ring. "Yeah. Suck it. Blow me." He lowered his cock into her throat. That embraceable warmth made him shake. He smashed himself to her face, letting his balls rest on her chin. Linda managed to fully encase him. "Ahhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Suck it."
Linda took time in rendering him pleasure. Although she despised him, her lust was another matter. Sam set her on fire. As he'd pinpointed earlier, she couldn't resist him. He raised her libido. He took ownership of her sexual longing. She was brought to the irrefutable conclusion that her desire revolved around him. Disputing that judgment was a vain pursuit.
Loudly, she gulped that big cock. Linda made noise when sucking it. The blow job she gave was ostentatious by design. She wanted to secure Sam's enthusiasm rather than go through the humiliation of begging. When she finished, he would covet her hot, sucking lips.
That warm, jittery feeling between her legs heightened. She yearned for his giant, thrusting cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She ached for him to inhabit that bothersome void in her volcanic center.
Fondling those muscular buns, she drew them to her so that his dick sank into her throat. Her eyes rolled upward as she submerged him into her heated abyss. Although Sam was of large size, she downed him without incident.
She rubbed the thick, jutting vein of his underside with her bottom lip. His prolonged shudder gratified her.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, trapped in her baking warmth. "Yeah. Suck me. Swallow my cock."
Those soft, caressing lips left him crazed. Sam's fever steadily rose. She mouthed him so sweetly, the urge to cum nearly overtook him. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Linda had a talent for cocksucking. She expertly fashioned her lips about one, coasting luxuriantly from tip to root.
Erupting into that seductive expression was not his goal. He wanted to spend himself in a more desirable location.
Linda was startled when Sam displaced his cock. Strands of spittle linked her to that purplish dome. She sobbed after it left her mouth.
"I'm ready to fuck you," he said.
"Good." She reclined on his sofa and spread her legs. She fully extended her arms. "Put it in me."
He shook his head. "Turn around, bitch. You're going to take it in the ass."
"But-I don't want it that way."
"I do." His expression brooked no nonsense. "Show me your behind. I want to bury my cock in it."
That giant phallus belonged in her cunt, not in her rectum. Linda could not imagine the pain of submerging it., Sam's orders, however, were not debatable.
Sam arranged those ass cheeks for his rear entrance. He sensed Linda's anxiety over his backdoor delivery, yet stood his ground. He received the impression she wasn't opposed to butt-fucking. Her apprehension stemmed from his size.
Although Sam had succeeded to the ranks of a miscreant, he wasn't totally cruel. He swiftly produced a tube of K-Y Jelly. The abundant saliva that dripped from his cock was inadequate in sustaining lubrication. Sam kept them strategically hidden throughout his place. His weakness for plugging the female ass warranted their constant availability.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Linda sobbed upon the introduction of his oiled index finger. He proceeded to grease her anus in expanding swirls. Her lips spread with delight as he applied the gooey substance. Its cool temperature fired her libido. Her appetite for getting rear-ended flourished. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmm."
Sam authoritatively pumped her anus. "I'm going to teach you to like it."
Linda suspected she would. She purred as he reamed her behind. Though that appendage was a fraction of what would venture into her rectum, she predicted an enjoyable round of strokes.
Sam trembled at the sight of those sticky buns. The prospect of feeding his cock into that greased hole brought palpitations. Had Linda declined to offer her butt to him, he would have probably dismissed her. His gratification derived from his partner's willingness to submit. Sam never used force in getting his rocks off; the world was full of zealous females eager to please him.
He withdrew his finger, then ran his cock through his fist. The excess jelly made him slippery. He jerked through his coiled fingers, groaning. After relishing a tight anus, masturbation held no appeal.
Linda's dark mane flipped over her shoulder. Her dark eyes searched for him. "Come on, baby. Slide that hard dick into my ass."
She needn't tell Sam twice. Spreading those butt cheeks apart with his thumbs, he aimed his bulbous knob for that wrinkled opening. Linda's fully exposed crack gave him visual pleasure. He inserted that plump crown into her crease. Linda's sharp exhalation instantly followed.
"God," she loudly uttered. "Ohhhhhh."
"Adjust for it," he mentioned, pushing forward. "Don't get tense. Realize there's more." He sank gradually into her slick crevice. "A lot more." .
"Ohhhhhh." Linda shivered from that indescribable sensation. Sam invaded her rump, advancing toward her bowels. Her initial reaction was to leap from it, but as he journeyed through her anal channel, that impulse vanished.
Sam watched himself disappear into her butt. Her anus expanded to house his wide shaft. By the time his balls kissed her quaking buns, he realized he almost stopped breathing. The constriction was superb. Linda's derriere sheathed him.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm. I love it." She hugged a pillow to her excited breasts. "Is this your favorite position?"
"Yes. I fuck all my slaves in the ass."
Linda detected, from his remark, that Sheila had undergone a similar experience. Her thoughts became scrambled when he started pumping her. That stiff, probing member governed the workings of her mind. She spread her legs to capacity, then dug her knees into the cushions. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Her anus snagged his thrusting cock. "Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Drive it to the bottom. Ohhhhhhhhh. More. Please, more."
His whacking balls punctuated her cries. His sac pelted the luscious curve of her ass. He sliced into that perfect butt, savoring its pinch. Her zestful sobs negated the need for gentleness. He dove into those greasy cheeks with a groan. Linda readily absorbed him. "Yeah. Take it. Take me whole. Ahhhhhhhh."
Adrenaline surged through her body. Linda could not ignore her excited clit another moment. She blindly sought her starved button, then supplied a gratifying jiggle. Ohhhhh. Juice oozed from her cunt, spilling onto her palm. She rubbed her clit, moaning from the shivering voltage. Her circular movement sparked an electrical stream that curled her toes.
Sam was indifferent to the supplemental pleasure she pursued. His goal was to cream in that cock-gripping butt. If Linda achieved a climax while he was inside her, that was her bonus.
He scooped those buns together and formed a snug enclosure for his big dick. That towering shaft yawned in and out of her tense rim. Hot cum churned in his balls. He fucked her ass-hole intensely, preparing to drench her bowels in jism.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, cramming himself to the hilt. "I'm going to cum so much." Linda neared orgasm. Sam had gotten her so horny, the least action on his part hastened her fulfillment. She finger-fucked herself to distraction. "Do it, baby. I want to feel that creamy splash. Ohhhhhh." She released her love button at the combustible moment. Her entire body was riddled with contractions. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, Sam! Ohhhhhh!"
He barely heard her. His features twisted as he discharged. He squirted his milky fluid into her warm rectum. His rasping cry transcended her screams of fulfillment. "Uggghhhhh. Uggghhhhh."
Linda nearly blacked out from the delicious turmoil. Sam rode her backside, emptying his load into her ass. She felt his cock jerk while emitting its hot goo. He continued thrusting until his supply was extinguished.
She moaned, dazed from orgasm. Again, Sam furnished her tremendous joy. Her body tingled.
"Linda?" A familiar sob rose.
Linda shook the dizzying haze away and concentrated on the source of that voice. As her vision cleared, she realized Sheila was in the room with an attractive blonde. Given her stunned expression, she had witnessed her reeling climax.
"Oh, God," Sheila gasped. The blood drained from her face upon seeing her former master on top of Linda. "Sam-what have you done to her?"
Sam Andriola threw his head back and cackled. "Sheila, you're a sight for sore eyes. I wasn't expecting you so soon. Nevertheless, now that you're here, come give your old boyfriend a kiss."
Linda, numb with shock, buried her face in the pillow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The impact of seeing Linda subdued by Sam Andriola eclipsed all else. Sheila failed to register concern over falling into an inescapable trap. "You've enslaved her, haven't you?"
Sam grinned. "It was an essential measure-and admittedly satisfying in turning the tables. If it hadn't been for her wretched intervention, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You would still be mine, babe."
He lifted himself from Linda's backside. His cum-sticky cock popped out of her half-sister's ass. Sheila noted its semi-erect state. He appeared primed for another round. Linda groveled on her elbows. Her humiliation was total. Eye contact was nonexistent.
"It's not your fault," Sheila told her. "No doubt, he outwitted you."
"Naturally," he said. "You didn't expect her absolute compliance without a hitch."
Sheila did not bother hiding her disgust.
"Release her from your spell this minute. She's not the one you actually want."
His chest expanded and contracted while his dark eyes glimmered. "No, she isn't."
Linda summoned her courage. Sam's power did not cancel the love she had for her half-sister. "Sheila, get out of here! Don't let him do it to you again!"
"I have no other choice," Sheila said with resignation. "I won't permit him to hold you a prisoner. You were simply bait, the convenient device of a cunning plot. I'm his prize."
Linda rose on her elbows, wriggling away from Sam. Her ass-hole smarted from his penetrating strokes. Though she longed to claw him with her nails, she couldn't help wanting him. The swell of lust perpetuated her blind allegiance. Her highly aroused body demanded more of his cock.
Sheila recognized Linda's tortured state. Those still-swollen nipples, glazed eyes and moist lips contributed to that opinion. "If you don't release her at once, I'll use my pendant to send you into a trance from which you'll never awake. Your brain will be locked in a frozen body."
"I wouldn't recommend that, babe," he advised, dropping his smirk. "Without my aid, your half-sister will never recover her true faculties."
Sheila turned to Paula. "How could you take up with this appalling man? His methods are deplorable. I would have thought you above his underhanded tricks."
"Angelo's not like that," Paula mechanically stated. She, too, seemed under his hypnotic influence.
"His name isn't Angelo," Sheila revealed. "It's Sam Andriola. If that means nothing, he's in league with the devil." Sam foresaw a possible conflict of loyalty before sending Paula to her. He shielded her mind from falling prey to one of her hypnotic commands. Sam obviously learned of their friendship through Linda; he compelled Linda to bare all facts relative to herself. He also took the precaution of having Paula relieve her of the pendant, which now resided in her purse. Sheila, overwhelmed by Paula's mysterious behavior, offered no argument.
"Sam and Angelo are my pseudonyms," he maintained. "None of you know my true name-nor will it ever be revealed." He motioned to Linda and Paula. "Restrain her while I re-indoctrinate her."
Sheila's heart fluttered. "Aren't you going to lift your spell from Linda?"
"After I have safely assured myself that you are completely mine. I have no further use of her. I never wanted her to begin with-she was, as you cited, an instrument. I leveraged myself to advantage."
"But I don't want to be discharged from your service," Linda sulked. She considered the loss of that fierce consummation-that super sex she thoroughly enjoyed. "Don't desert me, Sam."
He shrugged. "Your half-sister decrees it. Don't worry. Your memory banks will be totally wiped clean. You won't have recall of me-or Sheila. History won't repeat itself. I've learned from my mistakes."
"What about me?" Paula pouted. "Will I share a similar fate?"
"Naturally. You were a failure to me. I had initially thought you could succeed Sheila Davenport. I wanted to turn you into a superior version of her." He shook his head. "I don't know what I was thinking. You disappointed me from the start. You're much too sensitive a creature. Besides, you could never step into her shoes. You haven't the skill, nor personality." Sam's gaze drifted to Sheila. "Why attempt reproduction when the original can be uncovered?"
A tear spilled down Paula's cheek.
"Your emotions are showing," he gently teased. "See. You have no toleration for this kind of business. You're better off finding a decent young man and slipping into blissful domesticity. Our way of life-mine and Sheila's-contradicts those values."
"You will deliver them from your control?" Sheila confirmed.
"I give you my word."
She grimaced. "Your word has many connotations."
"You'll have to trust me, babe." He slipped his medallion over his head. "I guess you have no other recourse. I've limited your options."
Sheila sighed. "Very well. Get on with it. Do with me what you must, but remember to honor your promise."
"I don't need anyone else but you, babe." He directed his sycophants. "Hold her arms. I want to make certain she doesn't shun the medallion."
Sheila was unhappy about being checked by her naked half-sister and female lover, but as Sam arrogantly declared, she had no alternative. Shorn of sympathy, they gripped her arms. Neither seemed disappointed about their imminent dismissal. They obeyed Sam's orders without reproach.
"I'm sorry he manipulated you," Sheila whispered to Linda.
Linda apathetically refrained from comment.
Her gaze was leveled at the medallion.
Paula was equally enthralled. Sam's gold St. Christopher's medal sustained her fascination.
"Feast your eyes on it, babe," he instructed. "Let it transport you to my world, where you belong."
Sheila submitted to his request. Her pupils lounged upon the shimmering emblem on his hairy chest.
"Pay homage to its magnificence," he ordered. "My medallion is superior to your pendant, its power unparalleled. You will gladly forfeit your will to me. It's your destiny, babe."
Sam watched as Sheila began to swoon. Her eyes widened, her lips glistened, her breathing retarded. Paula delivered her naked. He gazed hungrily at those perfect nipples, that superb body. Sheila was remarkable, one of a kind. His elaborate plan was nearly brought to completion. He reinstituted her into his commission.
"Release her," he bid his luscious bootlickers. "She no longer needs to be physically manacled."
Linda and Paula's hands dropped to their sides.
"Welcome back," he said, maintaining his distance. "Again, you're mine. Doesn't it feel wonderful to pledge me your soul?"
Sheila robotically nodded.
"You will never leave me again, is that understood? Defiance will be outlawed. I am your universe-your reason for existence. You no longer have a half-sister, nor any other relation. Dissolve every memory of those you once held dear. I am the most important person in your life, your master. You will never dream of escaping me. We will be as we were once before-partners in crime."
Sheila's unchangeable expression afforded him comfort. Her vacant stare underscored his belief she was utterly at his command.
He went on. "I want to be your lover as well, but I leave that to your election. I have never forced you to pleasure me in the past, nor will I make that a future condition. You are free to lust for other men, or women, should you prefer. I only insist upon your staunch loyalty, your undivided allegiance."
Sheila remained absolutely still, digesting his hypnotic discourse.
"Upon awakening, you must never question my logic-even if it goes against your scruples. Nod if you accept these terms."
Sheila hollowly consented.
Kneeling before her, Sam woke her with his tongue. He lavishly slurped her pussy, savoring its familiar tang.
Sheila swallowed roughly, then blinked. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
Sam delved into her snatch, licking the honey from her thick flaps. "Mmmmmmm. You were always a treat. I've never enjoyed eating another cunt as much as yours."
Sheila's knees buckled. Sam reached into her pussy, provoking its flow of juice. She leaked in his mouth, letting her sugary trickle fall onto his extended tip. "Yeah. Lick me. Suck my clit."
Sam happily obliged. Fastening his mouth to that damp flesh, he concentrated on her erect button. A fierce suck was vented. Mmmmmm. She moved her hips, aligning herself to his furious tongue. Those big tits shifted as she rocked to his face. Her delighted squeal reverberated.
Everything reverted to the way he remembered it. Sheila's breathless enthusiasm brightened his spirit. Yes, her love was all he yearned. The others couldn't compete with that luscious profile, that complex personality. Sheila was a source of endless fascination. He could never tire of her, no matter how long they were together.
Linda, titillated by Sheila's moans, was propelled into action. Lowering her mouth to Sam's stiff cock, she received the benefit of his excitement. Her lips scaled that monster, from the immense knob to the pulsing stem. She was in ecstasy, sucking it. Sam left her in a state of constant arousal. Upon seeing him, the need to take pleasure ruled her body. Mmmmmm. She took the most intimate part of him down her throat. His dark pubes brushed her rippling lips. She massaged his balls with her bottom lip, purring.
Paula's lust had been identically kindled. Linda's slender form sexually appealed to her. She separated those long, sleek legs with her hands to get at that juicy snatch. Paula inhaled Linda's scent. Oh, yeah. The woman gave her an enormous appetite. Pinning back those moist cunt lips with her thumbs, she dove into its hot center.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Linda moaned from her spiraling entrance. That anxious tongue sank into her nectar-rich crevice.
Paula repeatedly speared that spicy muff. Each stab unleashed a sizzling cry. She reached as deeply as possible into that sweet cavern, extracting its plentiful supply of honey.
Sam suppressed his grin. He was pleased that the women celebrated his happiness. His slaves commemorated the event by conducting an orgy. Their liberation from him should end in orgasm. He loved the idea of making each of them cum as his parting gift. Their pussies would be left smiling when he spun them from his control.
Sheila oozed into his suctioning mouth. He scrapped all versions of a plan and voted for spontaneity. Allowing their individual creativity was a more satisfying substitution. They would change partners at will.
Sheila cupped Sam's head, then swiveled her hips. She smeared his cheeks, nose and chin with her sweet drippings. Her abandoned wail was music to his ears.
"Suck me," she whimpered, pressing her cunt to his mouth. "Suck me, baby. Ohhhhhhhh. Use that tongue. Yeah. Fuck me with your tongue. Go as deep as you can. Bury that tongue in my snatch."
Sam complied. Fashioning his tip to a point, he drove into her pussy.
"Mmmmm," Sam growled, drilling into her hot squish.
Cradling those butt cheeks, he dragged her tightly to his face and subjected her to nonstop thrusting. Sheila bucked in his grip, yet returned for more penetrating strokes. Her shivering thighs framed his face.
"Ohhhhh," Sheila gasped while getting fucked by that tongue.
Sam drank her outpouring saccharine. Those drops of flavor-rich dew dissolved on his tongue. He continued his search for more with an impatient wriggle. "Mmmmm."
Sam groaned as Linda's mouth covered his throbbing cock. She sucked him to the root, using her tongue to caress and stimulate. He leaned into that hot vacuum, surrendering to the joy it provided.
"Yeah," he muttered, pumping her secured lips. "Yeah. I'm going to fuck your face, baby. I'm going to put my whole cock down your throat."
Linda moaned as he lowered himself to that delirious point. His balls slapped her chin. Back and forth he jerked until she was giddy from lack of oxygen. When her muscles went slack, he disengaged himself. His cock dribbled with her bubbly saliva.
"Ohhhhhh," Linda wept, having succumbed to Paula's oral assault.
He observed Paula's feast. She ate hungrily of Linda's cunt, her head bobbing frantically. He could hear her swallowing the juice she sucked from those aggravated pink folds.
"Mmmmm," came Paula's muffled cry.
Sam focused on Sheila's clit. His tip rubbed that swollen button beyond her frenzied cry. Its wild pulsations turned him on. His ceaseless lapping brought her to that precipitous edge.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please-don't stop!"
Sam was going to do nothing of the sort. He sought her screaming orgasm.
Sheila's head languished from side to side until her features were misshapen. "Yes! Ohhhhhh. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
He held fast to her seizure-ridden body. Her fierce contractions almost set him off. He fought off the impulse to shoot in Linda's mouth. Her fierce suction nearly facilitated his climax, but Sam's wish to save that hot cream for Sheila overrode the urge.
"Oh, Sam!" Sheila howled, rocking on her heels. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhh."
Weak from cumming, Sheila collapsed on one of Sam's chairs. She gasped for air, attempting to catch her breath. Her thoughts were askew.
Sam divided her legs without missing a beat. Snaring her ankles, he dragged them high. Her furry snatch glistened, ready for cock.
"I've got to have some of that right now," he muttered, aiming for that quivering hole. His dick went in nice and slow. "Ahhhhh."
Sheila lifted her legs and draped them over Sam's shoulders. "Yeah. Slide into me, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Shove your cock in there."
"Oh, yeah," Sam grunted, immersed in her heat. He reared back, then plunged into that clenching snatch. Relief flooded his senses. His wish to be engulfed in that spongy warmth was granted. "You wanted it just as much, didn't you, baby? You missed my big thing. I can see it on your face-and I can feel how much you love it by your squeeze. Ahhhhhhhhhh." He dragged it in and out of that soaked cunt. "Bring that wet pussy to me. Push it to my cock."
Sheila slanted to him, but given her awkward position, she was at a disadvantage. Her failed attempt didn't matter. Sam came at her, fast and hungry. He pumped her open cunt, groaning as it massaged him.
Paula dispatched Linda with her high-speed tongue. She climbed from Linda's shuddering form and glimpsed Sam from the rear. His shaft protruded from Sheila's juicy gash. As he plowed into her, his balls settled over her anus. She heard Sheila pant as he fucked her.
"Oh, yeah," Sheila whimpered as he stuffed her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me.
"Here it comes, baby," he grunted. "Front and center. Straight to the core. Ahhhhhhh."
Paula observed his disappearance between those sopping lips. He fucked that hot pussy.
Paula's appetite flared. She crawled behind Sam's flexing buttocks. Sheila's pleasure was highly visible. Sam leisurely pumped her, sliding his dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her cries spurred Paula. Caught up in her feverish wail, Paula dragged her rock-hard nipples down Sam's back and over his buns.
"Uhhhhhhhh," Sam groaned in appreciation.
"How's that, baby?" she murmured. "Do you like when I run my boobs over your ass? Hmmmm?" She drew vivid patterns, eliciting his shudder. "Want more?"
"Yeah," he huskily implored.
"Sure, you do." She bunched them together, then streaked across his sweaty flesh. "Ohhhhh. I'm getting so wet. I keep thinking about your huge cock in my pussy, fucking me. Ohhhhhh. Is that what you want, too? Want to stick your cock in my snatch?"
Sam failed to accept her invitation. He kept slamming into Sheila, escalating her sobs. His big dick stuffed her soaked hole.
Paula was undeterred. She splashed warm saliva over the area where they were linked. Mmmmmmm. She tongued that emerging cock and those unfurled lips. Sam's balls were laced with sweat. He exuded a heavy perspiration while pumping Sheila. Those bodily fluids were swiftly downed. Paula enjoyed their distinct tastes.
"Jesus," Sam grunted. Those ticklish strokes almost set him off. He wasn't certain Sheila was ready to climax. Paula's licks came again, fast and stimulating. Ahhhhhhhhhh. She lashed his cock with prickly spit. When jamming himself, he pushed the surplus bubbly drool in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," Sheila whimpered. "Ohhhhhh."
Linda stirred from her post-orgasmic haze. Her eyes fell on Paula's snatch. The overpowering urge to eat cunt possessed her. Splitting those tanned thighs, she steered for the nest of blonde curls with her pointed tongue. Her snake-like tip loosened those wet flaps.
"Ohhhhhh!" Paula exhaled as that curving tip reached into her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Linda sank into her slimy pulp. Paula's oral adventure spawned a tasty batch. She slurped her outpouring bliss. Mmmmmmmm. Paula's nectar oozed in profusion. The ravishing blonde emitted a palatable juice.
Paula's eyes closed as Linda conquered her with tongue torture. She watched her teeth-clenching revolutions. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Her clit grew commensurately. Linda had her throbbing. Linda's dark mane fell over her lap, then flipped to one shoulder. She observed the descent of that tongue, then experienced its wriggling tour.
Sam glanced at Paula's helpless expression. She slumped to the floor, yielding to Linda's thirst. Witnessing one woman eat another turned him on. He returned to Sheila's flushed expression, her eyes glazed over and lips slanted. Her features became distorted upon his full immersion into that absorbent pussy.
"Yes," she sighed with pleasure when his base ground against her gaping cunt lips.
He smiled. "I'm never letting you go. You're mine forever, babe."
Sheila responded by hugging him tightly to her body. Her pussy sucked him to the root. Her nails grazed into his shoulder. "Yes," she whimpered, humping his embedded cock. "Always. I want always to be with you."
Her torrent of love excited him. Moving his hips, he fucked her with the intent to cum. The light sparked in Sheila's eyes. She, too, was at the brink of orgasm.
"Yeah, babe," he muttered, gasping from those cock-stroking lips. His dick emerged coated with hot, tingling juice. "Yeah. Cum. I want you to cum."
"I am," Sheila squeaked, responding to those hungry thrusts. "Ohhhh. I'm going to cum. Fuck me harder. Jam that big cock. Yeah. Ohhhhh. Oh, yeah." Her chin went up, her emerald-green eyes turning.
Sam exploded at the height of her contractions. Stale air was ejected through clenched teeth. "Uggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhh." His eyes became moist and sightless while he spurted into that cunt.
Paula humped Linda's face, pursuing that snapping tongue, until orgasm resulted. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh! Oh, yes!"
Sam passionately kissed Sheila. Love flowed to her from his heart. He could scarcely believe she was his again. "It's always good with you, babe. Not only is the sex great, the aftermath's satisfying."
Sheila returned his intimate contact. Her lips brushed his with lingering warmth. "Mmmmmm."
Eventually, Sam withdrew. "I made a promise I aim to keep. I will free your sister and Paula. Now that I have you, no other woman will do. I'm returning to basics. You and me, Sheila-that's the ticket."
He whirled about. Paula and Linda snuggled after that throat-straining climax. Their limbs entwined, their lips grazing, they struck quite a picture. Sam resisted the temptation to stare. That erotic image was not one he intended to preserve.
"Okay, girls," he said, leveling his medallion. "It's time to hit the road. It was fun while it lasted, but I got what I wanted. I won't be needing either of you."
Linda and Paula lazily regarded his flashing symbol. They gave their preoccupation with embracing each other steeper importance.
Sam would not be disobeyed. He wanted to get on with the ceremony and send them away. An evening alone with Sheila in his bed was exactly his wish. "Look at the medallion, girls. I command you."
Slowly, they complied.
"Give yourself over to it," he implored. "Gaze upon its beauty one last time, before I discharge you from your duties."
Linda and Paula's pupils inflated. Their breathing slowed.
Sam made certain of their trance. He closely examined their immobilized expressions. Neither moved a fraction. "You have outlived your usefulness to me. It is time to discard you. Your wills are no longer encumbered. When I awaken you, those chains will be severed."
Their fixed stare abounded. Linda and Paula were frozen, unblinking.
Sam was about to issue the conclusion of their orders when he noticed a sparkling flicker off to the side. Slowly, he turned and saw a dazzling radiance emanated from Sheila's bosom.
"Sheila?" he echoed.
She refrained from answering. The sparkling gem emitted its luminous glow. Closer she came, angling herself so that Sam received an unobstructed view.
He became instantly paralyzed. His pupils enlarged, his chest stationary.
"You will take your orders from me, Sam Andriola-or whatever name you choose," she said. "Your tyranny has ended. You are my servant."
Sheila consciously avoided his glittering trophy. She'd managed to cloak her mind when gazing at it earlier and pretended to fall under his power. She'd used the same trick Sam had on Paula. He failed to mesmerize her because she made her will untamperable.
"Complete their liberation, then remain still," she instructed. "Do not erase their memories. I want them fully intact."
Sam recited his final statements in a dull monotone. "Awake and cast off the chains with which I shackled you. Your minds and souls are free."
He bent his head to lick their pussies. Linda and Paula arose after several flickers. Sam rested on his haunches, awaiting further direction.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Linda moaned, resuming consciousness. She instantly recognized Sheila and her mystical jewel. The look she gave her assured Sheila that Sam's authority had been expunged.
Paula shivered after Sam removed his tongue. She wanted more-but not necessarily from Sam.
Sheila strode to Sam and removed his medallion without gazing at it. Concealed in her grip, she addressed the girls. "Would either of you care to accompany me to the basement so that we can officially hurl this into the furnace?"
"You're going to destroy it?" Linda asked.
Sheila nodded. "I never want him to pose a threat to any of us again."
Paula studied Sam. "For some reason, I'm going to miss him. I think I truly loved him."
"He loved you, though," Linda pointed out. "You were always at the center of his heart."
"Perhaps." The edge of the medallion dug into her palm. "Let's go. I want this behind me-forever."
CHAPTER NINE
Sheila was careful in reviving Sam. Aware of her half-sister's flawed judgment, she issued a post-hypnotic command similar to the one he was about to implant in both Linda and Paula. She completely eradicated his memory of her, Linda and Paula-as well as all suggestion of his medallion. She permanently retired him from hypnotizing people.
They left him at the condo. That mental strain put him in a peaceful frame of mind. Staring out the window, he lapsed into sleep.
"You know," Linda mused, "we're hypocrites. We've been stealing from people for years. What we've done has been totally dishonest-and yet, we censure Sam. Does that make sense?"
Sheila ruminated over her comment. Validity tinged her words. "I suppose you're right. We haven't been running a legitimate operation. Originally, we discriminated between those who accumulated their wealth without lifting a finger from those who worked their ass off for it."
"Do you think we should have gone easier on him?" Linda proposed.
"It's a bit late to consider that course of action. We watched his medallion melt in the furnace. Sam's days of mesmerizing people are over."
"I think Linda is going to miss having sex with him," Paula teased. "He was a great lover."
Sheila's lips curved. Sam had given her enormous pleasure, too. While pretending to be under his control, her fulfillment was genuine. Her orgasm had not been faked. She knew, in the back of her mind, that when they finished, there would never be another chance to enjoy him. "You're absolutely correct, Paula. He truly knew how to satisfy a woman in bed."
"He surely did," she sighed.
Sheila regarded the petite blonde. Paula vowed to keep their hypnotic practice a secret. Released from Sam's influence, she seemed more like the luscious girl Sheila remembered. "What are you planning to do?"
Paula shrugged. "I'll have to find another place to live. Maybe I should leave Seattle. I don't know anyone here now that Sam is out of the picture."
"You could move in with us," Linda proposed. "We have an extra bedroom."
"What am I supposed to do?" Paula quipped. "Bring you people to enslave? I don't think so."
Sheila didn't find her suggestion lame. "Perhaps we can teach you the art of hypnosis. If two were sensational, three will be electrifying."
Paula laughed. "You're really serious?"
"We could give it a shot."
A knock sounded on the door. "Do you think that's Sam?" Linda wondered aloud.
Sheila shrugged. "It's definitely someone. Go answer it."
John Kasper and Dave Williams, their first conquests in the building, loitered in the hall. "Where have you girls been? We haven't seen much of you."
"Oh," Sheila pondered, "we've been hanging out."
Dave checked out Paula. "Hey, who's the babe?"
"Our new roommate," Linda announced. "Isn't she a doll?"
"I'll say." Dave flashed her a winning smile. "Did you just move in?"
Paula warmed up to him. Her mind filled with steamy images of them getting it on. "Today."
"All right," John said, flanking her to the right. "I'll bet you like to party."
"Did someone mention a party?" Linda chimed. "Let me go fetch you men some beer. Paula, what will you have?"
She looked from John to Dave. "I haven't made up my mind."
Sheila giggled. "I'll round up some munchies while Linda gets the drinks."
"I'll keep them company," Paula sassed.
"I'm sure you will," Sheila mentioned, tossing her a wink.
While in the kitchen, Linda put her arms around her half-sister. "Thanks for the helping hand. I surely needed it."
"I only returned the favor. You were once there for me, too."
Linda reached for her pendant, but Sheila waved her off. "Let's enjoy them without the old standby," she recommended. "We're taking the rest of the day off."
Linda concurred. "We never did need reinforcements for that sort of thing, anyway."
"Exactly."
By the time they returned to the front room, none of their guests were attired. Paula sat on Dave's lap, riding his cock, while John steered himself into her mouth from the side.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Paula hummed, orally encompassing John's stiff member. Her dainty hand stroked his bare buns. "Mmmmm."
"Yeah," John groaned, elated to occupy that luscious opening. "Swallow me."
Sheila watched her throat muscles function to that end. John's balls settled onto her chin.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," he gasped, fitting himself to her quivering lips. "Suck that thing, baby. Ahhhhhhhhh. Suck my whole dick."
Dave's hands surrounded Paula's sumptuous ass, dragging it to the base of his cock. He lifted himself from the chair, attempting to get as deep as possible. "Oh, baby, you're so fucking tight."
"Ohhh," Paula sobbed, humping him. Her stuffed mouth prevented her from voicing the sensations that swirled through her body. "Mmmmmmmm."
"I think she's going to make an excellent mesmerist," Linda remarked. "She got them jump-started rather quickly."
"We'll have to find her a pendant-or perhaps a charm of equal power."
