*Article: 27579 of alt.sex.stories
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*Date: Wed, 29 Jun 1994 06:31:34 UTC
*Subject: NEW SERIES: Bartlett 1 - Donut Holes (mc, nc, mf, ff, pedo)
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This is the first installation of a new series.

It is set in the same "universe" as the Book series, and assumes a
familiarity with other mind control erotica.

It will be a continuing series if it is liked, with episodes 2 and 3
already written!  Also, there will be "post-bartlett" stories of the
people he has affected.

Please do email if you enjoy this story!  If I don't get any response,
I won't post any more installments!

Well, here goes!

Donut Holes
(Bartlett 1)
by Bartlett

(mc, nc, ff, mf, pedo, series)

	It was a typical business morning.  Ten cars waited at the 
drive thru, so I decided to head inside and wait in line.  Maybe it 
would be quicker.  On the other hand, maybe it would be some 
fun...
	Inside was the same story.  Two lines, each with 5 or 6 people 
in them.  Mostly businessmen with gray hair and suits.  Two, though, 
had little daughters with them.
	The girls were cute.  Dressed in little, homemade, one-piece 
dresses and clinging to daddy's hands, neither was more than 5.
	Though the little ones were interesting, I really wasn't in the 
mood for anything.  The girls behind the counter were, in a word, 
portly.  Not at all my style, even just for fun.
	So I got my coffee and sat down.  It was then that I noticed 
the two real women in the place.
	One was a businesslike one with two girls sitting with her.  
She had short blonde hair and wore a business suit with a short 
skirt.  She was thin, with small breasts and a firm-looking ass.  The 
daughters were a treat, too.  One looked to be 6 or so and was as 
cute as the two in line.  The other looked to be 10 or 12 and was 
starting to mature.  Tiny tits poked out behind her sheer shirt, and 
she sat with that self-conscious air of a girl who was just beginning 
to notice her sexuality.  She was a near-perfect copy of her mother.
	Just coming in the door was another woman.  She was 
oriental, probably Chinese from her facial features.  About 25, she 
was just my age, more of a girl than a woman.  She was thin, with 
round, medium-sized tits bulging out from her knit top.  As she 
moved forward in line, I noticed her bottom half.  She wore a pair 
of tight-fitting legging pants and the outline of her underwear 
showed around her small ass.  She looked really nice.
	I was beginning to take interest.  I looked to the girls behind 
the counter.  They were thinking of their jobs, with boring coffee 
and donut and cash symbols bouncing around inside.  I reached out 
mentally and rearranged their thoughts to serve all the dull old men 
first and quickly, leaving the men with the little girls and the oriental 
woman waiting.
	I then erected a mental gate of sorts to instruct everyone 
driving in to use the drive thru.  Reaching out behind the counter 
once more, I instructed the serving girls to all focus on the drive 
thru and not notice the dining room anymore.  That should do it, I 
thought, now for the fun.
	Looking around, I tried to decide what to do first.  The two 
men and the Chinese girl were beginning to get upset about being 
ignored by the help, so I figured I'd have to take care of them first.
	I instructed the Chinese girl to wait patiently as long as 
necessary in a chair.  She sat down and stared outside.  Good.
	Next, I replaced the mens' anger with a desire to play with 
their daughters.  Each sat down on the dirty floor and began to 
tickle their girls and do all those nice things fathers know to keep 
their little girls laughing.  Just for fun, I instructed the girls to switch 
fathers and the fathers to not notice.
	I then turned my attention to the woman at the table.  She 
was looking around at the men on the floor with some confusion, 
wondering what they were doing there.  I reached out and 
instructed her not to be concerned at all with them.  Then the fun 
was to begin.
	First, I instructed the younger of her daughters to undress.  
She was to wear just her little panties and to leave her dress on the 
next table.  She quickly began to undress and soon was sitting nearly 
naked.  Her little nipples were pink and erect, probably from the 
cool air.  She still smiled and ate her donut.
	Next, I told the older daughter to remove any underclothing 
and to come stand in front of me.  She stood up and reached under 
her skirt, removing a pair of small, white cotton panties.  Then she 
pulled her arms inside her dress and pulled off the straps of her bra.  
It matched the panties, small and white.  She laid them on the table, 
so I instructed her little sister to put on the bra.  It was too big for 
her, but she looked cute in it.
	The girl then walked over to me and stood before me, 
looking as if nothing unusual was happening.  I had her turn around 
in front of me.  She was a dream.  She now looked about 12, just the 
right age.  Her small breasts were perky and still lifted her shirt, 
peaked by two tiny, hard nipples.  I had her bend over with her back 
to me so I could see up her skirt.  Her little pussy was just visible 
between her thighs.  It was hairless, but almost mature.  I could see 
her little breasts hanging down under her shirt now, too.  They were 
creamy white like the rest of her skin.  Perfect.
	Not wanting the mother to be unhappy with this show, I 
instructed her to take off her panties and hike up her skirt at the 
table.  She did this, showing off her hairy snatch.  It was a dead 
ringer for her daughter's bare one.  I inserted some pleasure 
symbols into her mind.  She reached for her breasts and began to 
massage them.  I then looked though her mind, hunting for an idea.  
Her sexual experiences were surprisingly varied, indicating even 
that she was having an affair at the time!  But the wonderful thing 
was that this affair was with a woman at her office!  Fantastic!  I 
could have shouted out loud!
	I grabbed some of her lesbian experiences and inserted them 
into her young daughter, still sitting pretty next to her.  She 
immediately looked on her mother in a different light and crawled 
between her legs.  She stuck her little tongue into her mother's 
crotch and began to lick expertly.  Her mother was going crazy with 
lust, rubbing her breasts with one hand and pressing her daughter's 
head harder against her cunt with the other.  That was good for 
now, I decided.
	I the looked into her older daughter's mind for sexual 
experiences.  She had fooled around a bit with a neighborhood boy, 
but nothing worthwhile.  Deep in her subconscious, though, I 
noticed another experience.  Her older cousin had once convinced 
her to suck him off, and this had continued for a few years.  
Excellent.  I grabbed her experiences and looked through them a 
bit.  She had enjoyed her play with her cousin, I was surprised to 
learn, and had only stopped because he had gotten married and 
moved away.
	I inserted the cocksucking knowledge into the two little girls, 
playing with the wrong fathers.  Each quickly changed their 
attitudes and began to rub against their non-fathers' legs, running 
their tiny hands around their now bulging crotches.  Before the 
fathers could react with alarm, I inserted a feeling of excitement and 
acceptance, and the men smiled and stroked the little girls' hair.
	Each little girl then unzipped the mens' flys and pulled out 
their now hard cocks.  They stroked the mens' flesh and tickled it 
with their little hands, occasionally licking here or there.
	I wanted to see the little girls, too, so I instructed them to 
take off their little panties and to stroke their tiny slits with one 
hand.  Each began to furiously rub her crack, rolling her little hips 
>from  side to side.  The fathers had closed their eyes and were 
moaning with pleasure.
	I glanced over at the woman and her daughter, still locked in 
a lesbian embrace.  The little cuntlicker had moved around to also 
show me her crotch, now bare, as she frigged herself.  I guess my 
instructions had affected all three of them, not just the cocksuckers!  
Her slit was bare and underdeveloped, but she was pleasing herself 
nonetheless.  Her mother, too, was coasting from climax to climax, 
having now opened her dress shirt and bra, exposing her B-cup 
breasts.  She was kneading her nipples, now hard and tall as little 
thumbs.
	This was getting me excited, so I turned back to my pre-teen 
exhibitionist, still displaying her assets for me.  I instructed her to 
think of me as her lover and she immediately rose and sat on my 
lap.  Covering my face with little kisses, she began to unbutton my 
shirt.  I reached out and did the same, wanting a piece of her 
developing breasts.
	Her tits were small, and just as firm as I had hoped.  They 
stood out from her chest as if supported by an invisible bra, and her 
nipples were hard and warm.  She moaned as I cupped my hands 
around them, massaging their sides.  She moaned again and pressed 
her chest into mine, rubbing up and down and pressing her crotch 
into mine.  By now, my cock was straining to be released, warm 
between her 12-year old thighs.  She felt it pressing against her and 
moved back to release it.
	She knelt on the floor and unzipped my shorts, pulling them 
and my briefs off with one motion.  my cock sprang up into her face 
and she lovingly gripped it and began to stroke it.  She moved and 
acted just as the little girls had with their fathers' cocks, licking and 
stroking it and rubbing it against her face.
	I looked up to see the men pulling their little girls' heads 
down on their cocks, no longer able to hold back.  They each 
exploded into the girls' mouths and the girls each sucked and 
swallowed the older mens' jism.  Lying still now, breathing heavily, 
the men collapsed to the floor, looking at the little girls.  Each girl 
was splattered with come, with drops in their ponytailed hair and all 
over their pretty dresses.  They each slowly massaged their cunts, 
having long since climaxed.  The little girls were tired from their 
efforts, and I let them curl up together to sleep.
	The little girl sucking on her mother's cunt was tiring, too, 
though my instructions overrode her urge to sleep.  I decided to let 
her stop and join the two others sleeping on the floor.  The mother, 
though, looked distraught at losing her cuntlicker.  Shw was still 
filled with lust, though I hadn't instructed her to be.  She looked 
over at the men, lying with cocks in hand, and walked over to 
snuggle with them.  She lay opposite from them, with her ass near 
their faces, and stroked their cocks expertly.  The men began 
fondling her butt and stroking her pussy, exciting her and 
themselves more.  I watched intrigued as the two men positioned 
themselves on either end of her, one sliding his cock into her snatch 
while she sucked the other's slick cock.  They began to move 
together without my intervention, growing more and more excited 
by the minute.
	In the mean time, the woman's daughter was busy rubbing 
her cunt and playing with my cock.  She wasn't too good at it, but 
she kept me up and hot, and the sight of her excited me more.  She 
was kneeling between my bare legs, with her shirt open, exposing 
her small breasts which swayed in time with her licks on my cock.  
Noticing my renewed interest, she released my cock and sat in my 
lap facing me, my cock pressed between her legs at the entrance to 
her hole. Once again, she rubbed her chest on mine, causing her 
slick cunt to gyrate against my cock.  I reached down and lifted her 
up by her ass, as she reached between our legs and placed my 
cockhead at her entrance.
	I lowered her back down to my lap, piercing her tight hole 
with my rod.  She squealed as her hymen broke and she settled 
down, my cock buried inside her.  She was exquisitely tight and wet, 
her hot walls rubbing the sides of my shaft.  Slowly she began to 
wiggle and move up and down, fucking my cock with practically her 
whole body.  Her tempo increased as she squealed and shrieked in 
excitement.  My mind was almost drowning in her mental symbols 
of delight.
	She climaxed on my cock, screaming in ecstasy and throwing 
her body around wildly.  Her outburst was loud enough for her 
mother and the two men to look up from their carnal dance.  They 
smiled warmly, then resuming their fun.  The girls behind the 
counter also looked up for an instant, then remembering their 
commands to ignore the dining room.  Some drive-thru patron was 
asking about all the commotion, but the girl at the microphone 
answered that it was nothing interesting.
	Just then, the door opened.  I looked up, angry that my 
commands had not been followed and a bit worried that perhaps 
another possessor of the symbols had interrupted my fun.  A woman 
walked in and stopped in the door, shocked at the sight of the men 
and woman fucking on the floor, the sleeping, wet little girls in the 
corner, and the pre-teener still squirming on my cock.
	I quickly inserted an instruction to freeze into her head, just 
as she was about to turn and run out.  She stood stock still, her mind 
continuing to boggle at the sight inside the donut shop.
	She was no symboler.  I hunted through her mind, identifying 
her as a worker at the next store along the road, having walked over 
for a bottle of juice.  My instructions had applied only to those 
driving in!  Damn!  I adjusted my gate to turn walkers away, 
thinking the place was too busy.  Then I turned back to look at the 
interloper.
	She was in her mid twenties, jewish-looking, with longish, 
curly dark hair.  She wore an unflattering sack-dress which made 
her look fat, though her breasts still managed to make twin lumps 
on her chest.  I removed any thoughts of alarm at the sight inside 
and instructed her to come in and drop her dress.  She pulled the 
loops of cloth off her shoulders and let the cloth drop to her feet.
	Contrary to the looks of her dress, she was not fat, just 
"solid".  Her breasts were a bit bigger than the mother who now slid 
back and forth on the cocks of the two fathers.  She wore a plain 
white cotton bra and matching panties.  Why don't women dress 
excitingly anymore?  Angry, I inserted a subconscious desire in her 
mind to dress more sensually in the future, from her panties to her 
dresses.  I then instructed her to lose the boring white pieces.  She 
now stood before me naked, her breasts sagging a bit and her hairy 
cunt starting to moisten from the sight of the goings-on in the dining 
room.
	Not wanting her for myself, I turned her attention to the two 
men and woman on the floor.  She went to them to join in their 
game, and they accepted her happily.  She sucked on the 
pussy-fucker's cock as the other woman continued with the other 
man.
	I allowed the young girl in my lap, tired from her sexual 
exertions, to climb off and join the Chinese girl, still sitting patiently 
at her table.  Ah, yes, I thought, my other prospect!
	I now took a better look at the Chinese girl.  She was thinner 
than all in the room except my pre-teen lover, but her breasts 
weren't as small.  Even covered by her shirt they made a pair sizable 
lumps.
	I instructed her to "awaken", no longer ignoring the 
goings-on in the room.  She surprised me by smiling at the sight of 
my slick, erect cock and the adult antics on the floor.  I smiled back 
and beckoned for her to join me.  Without instruction, she pulled 
her shirt over her head, revealing a sexy black silk bra!  At last, a 
really sexy woman in the bunch!  She pulled her leggings to the 
floor, too, revealing matching black silk and lace panties.  Some 
fine, black pussy hairs escaped around the sides of the panties, and 
her breasts bulged above her tight bra.  Her nipples already poked 
out under the silken cloth.
	She moved in a very sexy way, coming to sit on my lap, 
stroking my chest with her small hands and red-painted nails.  I 
gazed at her creamy-white breasts and opened her bra's frontside 
clasp.  Her breasts spilled out into my hands, firm and hot.  I 
kneaded her nipples and lowered my mouth to suck and nibble.  She 
threw her head back and ran her hands along my sides and arms, 
one hand eventually finding my cock.  She tugged at it, expertly 
sliding her hands along its length and pulling it toward her crotch.
	I was stunned when she pressed my cock between her legs 
and I felt it sink into her cunt right through her panties!  They were 
crotchless!  She wrapped her legs around the back of my chair and 
pulled herself forward, filling her velvet-smooth, hot cunt with my 
shaft.  She began to spasm on my lap, rubbing her clit on the bush of 
pubic hair above my cock.  I reached down to grab her buttocks, 
lifting her and smashing her down against my crotch.  Her breasts 
rubbed exquisitely on my chest as she threw her head back and 
squealed in excitement.
	At that moment, the four on the floor all exploded in a pile 
of heaving bodies, all rubbing on one another.  Come flew 
everywhere.  They all collapsed, petting and kissing and licking.  
The four young girls had awoken and were now piled in a lesbian 
foursome, sucking cunts and stroking bodies.
	The sight of the young girls, their fathers and mother, and 
the interloping girl all tossing about in sexual fulfillment was too 
much for the Chinese girl and me.  We looked at each other, locked 
our bodies together, and began to climax.  Rhythmically rolling and 
tugging, we built and built to fulfillment.  I exploded inside her, my 
sperm dripping from her cunt and covering her panties.  She 
screamed and hugged me to her breasts, which I grabbed and 
sucked earnestly.  Collapsing on me, she nibbled and kissed my 
neck.
	My climax sent symbols flying every which way, eliciting 
climaxes from everyone in the room.  Even some in their cars burst 
in sexual excitement.  All the girls behind the counter groaned and 
tore at their polyester-uniformed crotches, collapsing at their posts.  
The four young girls just pulled together into a mass of young flesh, 
screaming in ecstasy.
	Recovering from my excitement, I looked around at the 
room.  It was covered in come and female juices.  I instructed the 
girls to lick each other clean, and turned to instruct the men and 
women to do the same.  I left the serving girls the way they were, 
only inserting instructions to find nothing wrong with the present 
situation.  Later, no doubt, they would be embarrassed by their 
dripping crotches, but they would never even try to think of a cause 
for their behavior.
	Now free of sexual juices, the young girls responded to my 
instructions to lick the Chinese girl and I clean.  We were still 
locked together, but slowly pulled apart, completely satisfied.  
Everyone put their clothes back on, wiping here and there with 
napkins in an effort to make them appear presentable.
	Finally, I gathered all of my fellow customers around in a 
mental instruction session.
	The men were to bring home the wrong little girls, never to 
notice the switch.  The girls, in turn, were programmed to "be" each 
other, to take on each other's lives in every way.  I also inserted a 
few special symbols which made the girls telepathic broadcasters of 
a sort.  No one who ever knew them would notice that they had 
been switched.  They now were each other.  I did leave the 
cocksucking knowledge intact, though.  You never know...
	The mother was left pretty much as she had been.  Her 
lesbian affair was too hot to tamper with.  I did instruct her to write 
about it, though.  Perhaps in the future her stories will appear as 
well...
	Similarly, her daughters were left as they were, though with 
both the lesbian and heterosexual experience intact.  The pre-teen 
girl was to enjoy her sister without guilt as long as she desired.  Her 
mother wouldn't interfere...
	The interloping woman was to forget everything except my 
order to be more sexy.  She was lonely, and I figured I was helping 
her out.  I also left her with a desire to write about her experiences 
and share them with me.
	Finally, I turned to the Chinese girl.  She had come to (and 
with) me willingly, only needing a nudge to remove her inhibitions.  
I asked her what she wanted.  She wanted me.  Her former husband 
had left her for an American woman and she was longing for the 
touch of a man.  I assured her problems were over and invited her 
to join me in my travels.
	Our experiences will appear here in the future...

THE END
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*Article: 27820 of alt.sex.stories
*Message-ID: <135303Z01071994@anon.penet.fi>
*Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
*From: an58704@anon.penet.fi (Bartlett)
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*Date: Fri,  1 Jul 1994 13:51:00 UTC
*Subject: NEW: Bartlett 2 - Lee and Me (mc, mf, nc, plot, series, tv?)
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This is the second installment in the Bartlett series!  Thanks for the
responses (2 in one day).  I'll try to incorporate suggestions into
the stories!  Please PLEASE do respond!  I want to know how you all
like it!  I'm writing this series to pay you all back for all the great
ones I've seen posted on here!  (Controlling Jennifer, Tommy Takes
Charge, and The Book come to mind...)

This is more plot/explanation.  Number 1 got off on a bang (pun
intended) but I wanted to insert some backing plot, too.  The sex in
here is rather different...  Almost TV, but then again not...  Ah,
well.  Tell me what you think!

Number 3 is done, and 4 is in the works.  3 will be posted in a few
days, provided I get some positive responses...

Lee and Me
(Bartlett 2)
by Bartlett

(mc, nc, mf, series)

	The more Lee and I got to know each other, the more I 
began to deeply care for her.  Despite the blatantly sexual nature of 
our first meeting, we found ourselves to be surprisingly compatible.
	She told me of her husband, betrothed before they met, who 
had taken her from her native China to America.  He wanted her to 
be his slave in every sense of the word, even to consent to him 
seeing other women.  She had left him when he had tried to force 
her to have anal sex, something neither of us were at all interested 
in.
	One benefit of her failed marriage, though, was that she was 
comfortable with her sexuality.  Her husband was very experienced 
when they had married and he had taught her to be open with her 
desires.
	Traveling with me was a dream come true for Lee.  She 
didn't like working much since every man she had worked for had 
tried to take advantage of her.
	I had set myself up with plenty of money by tapping in on 
some embezzling businessmen with certain large companies.  They 
were stealing money for themselves, and were careful to cover their 
tracks, so I just instructed them to put half of their spoils into an 
account for me.
	I didn't like using the power to take advantage of those who 
could not afford it, or to force people to do things that were not 
already in their character.
	Lee and I had been on the road for a while now, driving an 
unobtrusive sedan around the country, living an unobtrusive life.  
Some people with knowledge of the symbols had banded together to 
hunt the rest of us, so I was always careful to avoid trouble.  Most of 
my encounters were much more tame than my fun in the donut 
shop, where I had met Lee.  I certainly did not want to get caught by 
those "hunters", as I almost had been early on.  The donut shop was 
quite a risk.  If I hadn't been so turned on, I don't think I would 
have done all that...

	"What's the power like," Lee asked one day a few months 
after our meeting.
	I hadn't used it on her since that morning, and I had only 
used it a few times since then on anyone.  She and I had kept each 
other busy, exploring our sexual desires.
	"Well, it's really rather odd.  It's a combination of hearing 
and seeing the thoughts of others, just like you see their bodies and 
hear their voices.  And just like a nearby conversation, you can tune 
in a bit and hear their thoughts,"  I explained.
	"I mean the controlling power.  How do you control people?"
	"That's when it gets difficult," I said.  "It's like using a word 
processor on text.  Their thoughts float, almost visibly, in the air in 
the form of symbols.  As you learn the symbols, you can control 
them.  You can interpret them and rearrange them.  As you get 
better at it, you can even insert ideas of your own and remove their 
ideas!"
	It was not easy to explain the power.  I really wanted to share 
it with her, though, since Lee and I were so close now.  I knew she 
could handle it.
	I broke the silence.  "Lee, I wonder if I could teach you."
	"I'd like to try," she answered.

	So I told her more about the symbols.  Strangely enough, I 
found it hard to illustrate them.  Then I came up with an idea.  I 
would teach her remotely.  I would share her body.  Now all we 
needed was a test subject...

	We got off at the next major exit and parked the car at a 
mall.  Lee and I sat in the car quietly.  I asked her to buckle herself 
in, just in case, and I did the same.  Then I focused on her.
	I could see her mind.  I could see all of her symbols now, 
nothing was hiding from me.  I focused on her mind, and then on 
my own.  I reached out with my own symbols and made a place 
inside her mind for myself.
	Soon, my vision became strangely distorted.  I was seeing 
double.  I was seeing myself and her, all at the same time.  Not 
wanting to move in on her totally, I worked on the link until I was 
inside her, yet still connected to myself.

	"Lee," she said," can you hear me?"
	"What the hell," she jumped at saying that.
	"Lee, it's me," I tried to reassure her, but she was the one 
who said it.
	"Me?  You mean you're speaking through me?"
	"Yes," I answered with her voice.  "Can you see the symbols?"
	She concentrated.  I helped, moving them in front of her 
eyes, forcing her to see them.
	"Yes!  I can!  I don't understand them, though."

	We sat together in the car for a while.  Whenever a person 
walked by, we would look at them, browsing at their thoughts.  
Eventually, Lee had mastered most of the mundane ones.  Now she 
wanted more.  She wanted to know the sexual ones.

	I got out of the car, looking at myself.  I was a pretty Chinese 
girl of 25 named Lee.  I had the symbols.  I had two consciousness in 
one mind.
	My body was thin but well built.  I had firm, D-cup breasts 
topped by overly large areolas and nipples.  My waist was thin, as 
were my hips.  My butt was firm and small; my cunt was covered in 
neatly trimmed, soft, dark hair.  I wore a white, silk shirt and a short 
skirt and heels.  I was ready.
	I walked toward the mall.  Everyone around me acted 
normally, so I assumed that this all was working.  I could still feel 
my real body back in the car, sleeping.
	I went inside.  The mall was large and crowded, with new 
stores and bright lights.  People filtered here and there.
	I went to the directory and looked for a suitable spot to try 
out my command of the symbols and to give Lee a chance to try 
hers out.  We decided on the big anchor store, Sears or something.  
I headed that way, reading minds off and on along the way.  No one 
really caught my fancy.
	Once in the store, I headed for the upper floor in the remote 
end.  The bedding department was all but deserted, so the salesman 
was excited to see a customer.  He was old and ugly.  I looked 
through his mind a bit.  There were no security cameras in the 
department since bedding would be hard to steal.  He was bored 
with his job.
	I had Lee instruct him to guard the department and to steer 
future customers away.  Then I headed around the floor, looking for 
a suitable partner.
	I found him in the home electronics department.  He was just 
wandering through, not having the money or desire to buy anything.  
He was a college student, 19 years old.  He wasn't the typical 
beer-swilling frat guy, though.  Rather, he was a pretty nice guy, 
someone who I would have been friends with if I was still Bartlett.
	I told Lee to try his mind.  She reached out, noticing that he 
was looking at our body with subtle sexual interest.  She quickly 
removed his inhibitory symbols, preferring that he make the first 
move.
	He walked over to me, introducing himself and asking about 
me.  Lee didn't want to bother with small talk.  She could get that in 
a bar.  She reached into his mind, sifting through his memories, and 
shorted out the conversation, skipping to the end.  The kid now 
thought they had talked for ages.
	We headed for the bedding department, pausing only to 
instruct the salesman to not steer away this particular customer.  He 
was doing his job well.
	When we reached the corner of the store, I sat down on a 
bed, and my college paramour followed me.
	Lee suggested I should try arousing him with my body, so I 
moved my hand to my breasts.  I began to massage them through 
my shirt, arousing my nipples.
	Meanwhile, Lee was playing with his symbols, testing out the 
waters.  She picked out some serious arousal from his memories and 
put it forefront in his mind.  She removed his worries about the 
surroundings, making him feel at home.  She even checked his past 
for sexual "problems" like diseases and impotence.  None.
	Feeling her job done, and wanting us both to have some fun, 
she turned the situation over to me.
	He reached out and replaced my hands with his.  It felt 
wonderful.  He kneaded my breasts, rolling my nipples between his 
fingers and running his hands around and under the breasts.
	I began breathing heavily.  I wanted him.  I looked at his lap, 
noticing his cock poking at his pants.  I reached out and rubbed his 
crotch.  It responded by pulsing and growing in my hands.  I 
unzipped his pants and pulled them and his briefs down and off.  
His cock was medium sized and completely engorged.
	He had unbuttoned my shirt and opened my bra.  He moved 
his head to my breast and began to suck on my nipples.  It felt so 
good, I wanted to scream.  I lay back on the bed, turning on my side 
and facing him.  I lowered my head to his crotch and took his cock 
into my mouth.
	He lifted my skirt to my waist and pulled off my panties.  
Maneuvering his cock away from my mouth, he positioned it near 
my slit, rubbing it up and down in my juices.  I pushed him onto his 
back and straddled him, grabbing his cock with my hand and 
positioning it at my tunnel.  I lowered myself onto him, delighting as 
each inch moved into my body.
	Slowly I began pumping in and out.  He nibbled at my 
nipples and moved his hands around my butt, delighting in its 
firmness.  He began to pull me onto him, then to push me away.  
Soon he was lifting me and pushing me, fucking himself with my 
body.
	I began to feel something else, something special.  I threw 
my head back and groaned, leaning back and abandoning my 
control to his hands.
	He closed his eyes and I knew what was coming.  He 
exploded inside me, his cock feeling like a piledriver, swelling up 
inside me.  I couldn't stand it.  I started to shake, letting the feeling 
wash over me.
	He arched his back, lifting my body into the air and 
slamming me back down on his cock.  I reached to my clit and 
rubbed for all I was worth.
	After a while I collapsed on him.  He rolled me onto my back 
and moved to my cunt.  He began to lap at it like a dog, drinking my 
juices and his come from my hole.  I felt wonderful, like I had never 
felt before.
	After a while, he finished and we put our clothes back on.  I 
let Lee take over again, and she looked into his mind.  I watched as 
she rearranged his symbols, deleting feelings of wrongness replacing 
them with happiness and calm.  I only had to reach out and fix a few 
things.  She was learning well.

	I headed back out into the store, pausing to look as the 
salesman tried to wipe the come off of his pants.  Apparently, my 
orgasms were catching, even when experienced through Lee.  Or 
was it that she had come, too, and caused the mess?  Either way, we 
both laughed and I continued on my way.
	As I went downstairs, I noticed a strange thing.  All of the 
men we passed were looking sheepish.  Everyone, man, woman, and 
child, had wet spots on their crotches.  There was a long line at the 
bathrooms.
	How could my explosion have affected the hundreds, if not 
thousands, of people in the mall?  I wandered further, noticing that 
there were indeed some people who had not been affected.  I began 
looking for a cause, looking for where they all had been at the time.
	Those who had been at the far end of the mall weren't 
affected, I noticed.  As I looked more, I made a startling revelation.  
There was a line between our car and the corner of the bedding 
department.  My link to both Lee and myself must have stretched 
my area of control in almost a cord between our bodies!

	Lee and I decided to be more careful in the future.  No more 
switching, no more wandering.  She had learned the basics of the 
symbols, and could work on her own now.  We were a team.
	Still, I was a bit upset to have to leave her body.  Being a 
woman was definitely a nice thing.  I even convinced Lee to let me 
frig myself off in her body once before I returned to my own body.
	As we drove off, I was a bit embarrassed to notice a wet spot 
between my legs, though Lee was good enough to volunteer her 
mouth for the cleaning job...

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*Article: 28330 of alt.sex.stories
*Message-ID: <211317Z08071994@anon.penet.fi>
*Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
*From: an58704@anon.penet.fi (Bartlett)
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*Organization: Anonymous contact service
*Reply-To: an58704@anon.penet.fi
*Date: Fri,  8 Jul 1994 21:07:29 UTC
*Subject: NEW: Bartlett 3 "Lee's Private Time" (mf, ff, mc, nc, series)
*Lines: 265

Here's the latest in the Bartlett series!

Thanks to the overwhelming response, and a few suggestions, some
changes have been incorporated into here and will appear in the
future.  Nothing really big, just some more plot and exploration into
the possibilities of mind control.

Watch for the next in the series soon!  It'll have pedo again, I
promise...

Please keep the comments coming!

Lee's Private Time
(Bartlett 3)
by Bartlett

(mc, nc, voy, ff, mf, series)

	Lee and I decided to settle down for a while in a small city in 
the northeast.  There, surrounded by real crime and urban 
problems, our fun would go unnoticed.  We could enjoy ourselves 
and leave whenever we wanted.
	We took a top-floor apartment in an old house in a slightly 
seedy part of town, overlooking the occasional hooker and gang 
member but generally just decent, working-class people.  The 
neighborhood was filled with color, Hispanic, black, and white.
	I had fun going out to bars and such, just blending into the 
scenery and watching people.  I guess both Lee and I are just 
voyeurs at heart.  I would occasionally take a lover for a night, when 
I felt the need, as would Lee.  Generally, though, she and I watched 
the rest of the world and kept the physical things between each 
other.

	This one night, I had decided to go out to a show at a local 
bar, and Lee wanted to stay home, watching the street below.  We 
had a large window right at the front of the house with a perfect 
view of the street.  All the entertainment we needed would walk 
right by.
	Lee took a leisurely shower, dried off, and put on a sheer silk 
nightgown.  She piled up some pillows on the floor in front of the 
window, covered herself in a blanket, and settled in, watching in the 
dark.
	She was mainly waiting for the neighborhood hooker to walk 
by with her girl in training.  Lee was excited at the thought of a 
woman who allowed others to take advantage of her, all the while 
taking the real advantage, money, right back.  She wondered what it 
was like to walk the streets.  How a hooker picked up her Johns.  
She wondered how they trained their girls.
	Before long, she approached.  The hooker who owned the 
block was black/Hispanic with kinky black hair and dark skin.  She 
was a bit on the large side, tall and bulging out at the thighs as well 
as the breasts.  She wore a tight-fitting skirt and top, black, with a 
neon orange mesh "coat" covering it.  True to form, her thighs and 
butt jiggled as she walked, exaggerating the sway in her hips.  Her 
breasts were large, filling her top, and smashed down under the 
tight material.  She walked slowly, blatantly, waving at the passing 
cars if they contained gentlemen.
	Her girl was black and smaller than her.  She wore a tight 
dress of black spandex and heels.  Her breasts were large in 
proportion to her tiny stature, and her legs and arms were thin, 
especially in comparison to her companion.  She wasn't allowed to 
attract attention, staying behind her teacher.
	Lee stared at them, looking into them, through them.  Their 
symbols now danced in front of her eyes, plain as if they had been 
painted on the window glass.  They were signs of submission, anger, 
and ego.
	The hooker thought of herself as the best at what she did.  
She constantly defended her occupation to herself, running through 
scenarios of confrontation in her head.  She argued for her trade.  
She also felt power.  She liked the looks she got from the men who 
drove by.  She liked to know that they would give more for her time 
and affection than they would put out for a real date.  She could ask 
fifty for a fuck and do it ten times in a night, while some goody girl 
would only get a $20 meal and would have to spend the whole 
evening with the guy.  In the end the outcome was the same, both 
would be fucked and left to live alone in the morning.
	Her girl respected her, admired her.  She wanted to take a 
block of her own, to be stared at by the men.  She wanted the money 
to buy nice clothes and a better apartment.  She wanted to be able 
to care for her kid.  She figured that hooking was easy money, and 
she wanted to learn from a pro.  Already she earned more from 
leftovers at night than she had as a waitress all day.
	Lee was disturbed by all this.  The hooker was so angry, she 
didn't care about the money or the sex.  Lee couldn't believe a 
woman could forget the feeling of being fucked.  She was angry at 
the way the hooker saw men, almost lashing out and scrambling her 
symbols beyond recovery.
	Then she thought a bit.  Her newfound powers could do 
more than get her laid.  They could really help people, or at least 
change their outlook.  Lee thought she could help out both of the 
women outside, and get some fine viewing in the process.
	She quickly instructed the two to stay within view and to act 
normally.  She certainly didn't want them wandering off half 
instructed!  Then she began to sift through the hooker's mind.
	The hooker had it bad.  Lee never imagined some of the 
horrible things she had seen.  The hooker thought about them all 
the time, though, seeing death and pain all around her.  That was 
the first thing to be changed.  She couldn't just yank the memories 
away, fearing it would wreck the woman.  Instead, she toned them 
down, cutting out the most violent memories and moving the rest 
into the background a bit.  She wanted the hooker to still be herself, 
just to not have so much hatred inside her.
	Next she looked at her outlook on sex.  The hooker thought 
of her job as a job, not as an opportunity to fuck as many men as 
possible.  Lee couldn't let that stand, so she moved some pleasure 
symbols into the job area and mixed them around a bit.  If she's 
going to fuck, she might as well enjoy it, Lee thought!  She made the 
hooker a bit more choosy, too.  She would now refuse the sickest of 
the sick.
	But would the hooker make enough money turning away 
men?  She should, but where was all the money going?  The mind is 
an incredibly powerful thing, exerting total control over the body.  
The hooker's body no longer needed heroin.  Her brain was 
rearranging itself, rid of the habit entirely.
	Then there was the student.  She was too idealistic about the 
profession.  She thought only of the money and not at all of the 
pitfalls.  Lee left her with a dread of certain aspects of the job, 
hoping the girl would steer herself clear of the obstacles she would 
face.  Lee also fortified the girl's sexuality, confirming its place in 
her life.  For good measure, she programmed the girl's mind to 
refuse drugs, knowing that her little girl needed a living mother, not 
a strung-out hooker.
	Lee then released the two from their lock, wanting to see 
how they would react.
	At first, they appeared just the same, waving at the cars and 
flaunting their bodies.  Lee wondered if she had made a mistake.  
Perhaps these two were already too far gone for even a symboler's 
intervention?
	The hooker waved at a car and it pulled over.  The two 
women walked over, leaning down revealingly and looking inside.  
	Lee grabbed a snapshot from the hooker's eyes.  Inside the 
car were two black guys from nearby.  They wanted some action.  
They had pretty nice bodies, really, and looked clean.
	After some talk and settling on a price, the hooker suggested 
they go to her place.  Lee quickly jumped up, not wanting to miss 
the action.  She scurried out the door, still wearing just her silk 
nightgown.  Out the front door and onto the street, she projected a 
field around herself.  No one would notice her as she ran up the 
street, following the car.
	They stopped in front of an apartment building at the head 
of the block.  Lee had caught up, panting from the run and chilly.  
Her nipples were already hard from the cool air, though the 
close-up sight of the hooker changed the reason a bit.  Lee loved the 
sight of a large-breasted woman, and the hooker's DDs were braless 
and outlined sturdily by her top.
	The four didn't see Lee as she circled them, taking in the 
scene.  They left the car and walked to the building.  One of the 
guys grabbed the hooker's butt as she unlocked the door, and she 
turned to slap him for it.  Lee stopped her impulse, instead allowing 
the man to fondle the hooker's ass through her dress.
	Lee reached her mind into the mans and enjoyed the feeling 
with him.  The hooker's butt was not firm, but warm and pliant.  
The naughtiness of it, though, excited her.  She couldn't resist a 
grope of her own.  As the four subjects moved inside, Lee instructed 
them all to not notice her at all, neither by touch, sound, or sight.  
	This done, Lee reached out to feel the hooker's body.  It was 
pliant, like her ass.  Her huge breasts were firmly secured by her 
top, but there was enough room under the top for Lee to reach her 
hand up and inside.  The hooker's tit flesh was smooth and warm.  
Lee ran her fingers around inside the spandex, finding one of the 
hooker's nipples and pinching it.  It was erect and wrinkled, feeling 
like a hard prune.  Lee then moved her hands down to the front of 
the hooker's skirt.  She passed her hands over her ass and around, 
between her jiggling thighs, to her cunt.
	Lee felt so naughty, fondling the woman without her 
knowledge.  Here she was, a hooker walking upstairs with a John, 
and Lee was rubbing her cunt and tits without her knowing.
	The game had to come to an end, though, as the hooker 
opened an apartment door.  The apartment was just a studio, dark 
but clean, with a king-size mattress on the floor.
	The hooker stopped inside, turned to the men, and lifted her 
top over her head.  Her enormous breasts spilled out, hanging free 
in the dim light.  Lee wanted to hold them, to suck them, but she 
had to let the hooker do her job.  So she sat in a corner chair and 
watched.
	The men were excitedly taking off their clothes now, 
revealing their average builds.  Both had some muscle and hair, but 
not a lot, which was fine by Lee.  She despised excesses of either.  
The men unbuttoned their jeans and pulled them off, leaving their 
straining cocks in their undershorts.
	The two women, too, left on their panties, though that was 
all either now wore.  The four moved together onto the bed and 
began to stroke each others' bodies.
	The hookers, not paid to kiss or suck, fondled the mens 
crotches and their own breasts, exciting the men more.  Lee could 
see that, despite the job, the women were enjoying the mens' 
bodies.  She also noticed that the girl in training was gazing at the 
hooker with more than learning on her mind!
	Soon the women had pulled off the mens' shorts and were 
stroking their hard cocks, standing tall as the men laid back to enjoy 
the feeling.  The two women stopped to pull off their own panties 
and frig their cunts a bit before straddling the mens' prostrate 
forms.
	Each woman held her man's cock in her hand and aimed it at 
their slit, moving forward and down to engulf it.  The men groaned 
as the hookers expertly gyrated, moving their cunts for maximum 
effect.
	Lee gazed on the sight.  The lead hooker's large breasts and 
flabby ass swayed with her motions in the moonlight of the room, 
groped from time to time by her man.  Her girl's smaller breasts 
moved more resolutely, bouncing with her rhythm.  The mens' 
cocks, engorged and slick, rose and fell with the womens' bodies, 
always kissed by their cunts.
	Lee couldn't help moving her hands to her own bare cunt 
and lazily rubbing her slit and clit in time with the hookers' 
movements.  She used her other hand on her breasts, pinching her 
large nipples through her silk nightgown.  Soon she too was lost in 
the feeling of the moment.
	Lee watched as the two women brought the men off, almost 
at the same time, pulling off just in time for the men to cream on 
their own chests.  The men were given towels to clean up, but the 
women didn't seem too businesslike now.  The girl especially was 
still aroused by the session, continuing to rub her pink cunt with one 
hand.  Even the seasoned hooker had felt something different with 
those two men, enjoying sex for the first time in a long while.
	The men, tidied and dressed, left their money on a bureau by 
the door and hurried out.  The two woman lay back down and 
rested.
	Lee seized the moment to look into the girl's mind for the 
lesbian longing she had seen before.  Sure enough, the girl loved the 
sight of her teacher's large breasts and ass.  Lee could sympathize.  
The hooker, though, was hardened and had forgotten such feelings.  
Lee reawakened them in her, inserting new pleasurable thoughts for 
her student.  She also moved to sit on the mattress with the women.
	The girl was the first to act, reaching out to massage the 
hooker's breast.  The hooker sighed and closed her eyes, smiling in 
pleasure.  Realizing that her actions were liked, the girl continued 
to work on the hooker's breast, sitting up and moving her other 
hand to her cunt.  Lee, too, reached out and massaged a huge 
breast, bending to suck the nipple and run her hands along the 
woman's body.
	The hooker sighed as the two smaller women worked on her 
body, building her arousal with theirs.  Soon the girl leaned down to 
kiss the hooker's cunt.  She sucked on it, running her tongue up and 
down, and tasting her juices.  Lee wanted a piece of that, too, so she 
moved to sit on the hooker's face.  She instructed the hooker to 
minister to her cunt and lowered it to her face.
	Soon the hooker was lapping at Lee's cunt, while Lee 
claimed her two huge breasts and an exquisite view of the goings on.  
The girl was rubbing her own cunt furiously while she licked and 
sucked on her teacher's lips.  The three women moved together in a 
wavelike rhythm of sexuality, building and building.
	The hooker's breasts heaved with excitement, her tongue 
burying itself in Lee's cunt as her excitement built.  Lee knew her 
own time was coming, too, so she leaned back to enjoy the 
cunnilingus.  She stared at the lesbian sight as she exploded in 
ecstasy, spreading her juices over the whore's face.  The girl, too, 
exploded on her own hand, sending the hooker into a state of bliss 
as well.  The three women collapsed, panting and moaning.
	Lee was the first to recover, seeing that her commands had 
worked well.  She instructed the girl to lick her clean and gathered 
up her silk nightgown.  Putting it back on, she rose and headed for 
the door.  She took one last look back at the two women, laying in 
satisfaction on the bed.  She turned and left for home.

	The next night, she and I glanced outside, noticing the 
hookers on patrol once again.  I commented on their job, wondering 
if they enjoyed it.  Lee answered that she suspected that they did...

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[This was the last posting made in the Bartlett Series]