*Article: 27579 of alt.sex.stories *Message-ID: <063351Z29061994@anon.penet.fi> *Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories *From: an58704@anon.penet.fi (Bartlett) *X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories *Organization: Anonymous contact service *Reply-To: an58704@anon.penet.fi *Date: Wed, 29 Jun 1994 06:31:34 UTC *Subject: NEW SERIES: Bartlett 1 - Donut Holes (mc, nc, mf, ff, pedo) *Lines: 353 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. ============================================== *Article: 27820 of alt.sex.stories *Message-ID: <135303Z01071994@anon.penet.fi> *Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories *From: an58704@anon.penet.fi (Bartlett) *X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories *Organization: Anonymous contact service *Reply-To: an58704@anon.penet.fi *Date: Fri, 1 Jul 1994 13:51:00 UTC *Subject: NEW: Bartlett 2 - Lee and Me (mc, mf, nc, plot, series, tv?) *Lines: 244 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... THE END ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. ============================================== *Article: 28330 of alt.sex.stories *Message-ID: <211317Z08071994@anon.penet.fi> *Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories *From: an58704@anon.penet.fi (Bartlett) *X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories *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... THE END ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. [This was the last posting made in the Bartlett Series]