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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
I've tried to fix the paragraphing a bit, but I might
have overdone it a bit.  (Though it *IS* a lot better
to read when the paragraphs aren't 500+ lines each.)


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	_A Weekend by the Book_ (The_Book_pt2) section (a) 

Those wonderful, slightly chill mornings with the birds 
chirping noisily outside his bedroom window always made Bob 
want to stay in bed.  The silky touch of his comforter against 
his naked legs was a sensual pleasure he enjoyed almost as 
much as sex itself.  He hadn't opened his eyes yet, and wasn't 
sure he wanted to. 

He was lingering over the dream he'd had as he awoke, a dream 
in soft cushioned heavens with a soft supple woman he'd never 
seen before. Literally an angel, wings although no halo, she'd 
taken him to the peaks of ecstasy in his dream.  He could 
remember a ledge, and clouds, but very little else.  The haze 
of passing dream memory made her even more attractive as his 
wakening mind tried to recreate the lushness of their acts 
together. 

He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of 
today as a holiday.  Looking at the clock, he could tell he'd 
slept a sinful extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM. 

He leaned against the wall in the shower. The water flowed in 
little waterfalls over his shoulders, arms, and chest.  This 
sensation also gave a smooth relief of pleasure, while he 
reflected back on the preceding day's activities.  He wanted 
to believe it wasn't all a dream, along with the angelic 
visitor of his sleep.  

He knew it wasn't because despite the free fall way his life 
had become, he could see the symbols. The Book's symbols. He 
saw the passage of the symbols along his own legs and arms, 
even the tiny streams along the surface of his skin.  They 
paralleled the streams of water, glistening in the morning 
light. He finished the shower knowing today would be another 
shining wonder in his life. 

Bob dressed in his jeans and a tee-shirt, ate breakfast, and 
cleaned the mess from breakfast. It was about 9:00 and he 
needed to run some errands at the stores and the mall. 

========== 

He did some grocery shopping first. The supplies were to last 
him the next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the 
possible activities, so he stocked up more heavily than usual.  
After he paid, it occurred to him, payment was totally 
unnecessary.  He was glad he'd paid anyway. 

After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers, 
shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben's stereo 
repair shop.  They'd been performing poorly for a month or so.  
He hadn't meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty 
had to be made good. 

He went in the store from the back door. Ben owned the shop, 
although he was the service expert as well.  None of his 
employees could hold a candle to his talents with electronics.  
Ben was proud of his high school buddy. 

"Ben," Bob's friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter 
than Bob, with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy. "how long 
to fix these?" 

"Bob! Let's see," He picked up one of the boxes, "It'll take a 
while to get you an estimate, you know that?" 

"Yeah, well, I've got a woman coming over tonight," he looked 
around quickly and gave Ben one of those 'manly' knowing looks, 

"it's not Betty and I don't want her to know.  I told her you 
were going to help me with these..." 

"Geeze Bob", shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the 
speakers to examine them, "you know I'll help if I can, but 
man, I don't know whats wrong without checking these out 
first." 

"I know, I know.  Just tell me what you can do." 

"So your working on two babes at once, eh?" 

"Well, let's just say I've lucked into some nice ass while 
Betty is stringing me along..." 

"You know, if you're horny, we can work something out with 
Janet." 

Janet was Ben's wife.  Ben and Janet had an open arrangement, 
partly because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man.  

Bob hadn't liked the idea before, especially since Janet really 
didn't like Bob much.  He wasn't sure why, he figured it had 
something to do with Bob dragging Ben off to poker games 
occasionally.  "I know she doesn't like you much, but if I talk 
to her, she'll do just about anything." 

"Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me 
without your help. I'm just not so sure its a real good idea." 
Ben snorted out a laugh.  He'd gotten both speakers open by 
now, and had to step back while laughing so as to avoid damage. 

"Forgive me Bob," he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the 
huge grin creeping across his face.  "Janet would do it if I 
asked, not for any other reason.  I've had to put up with her 
bitching about you." 

"Oh?" Ben was curious, "What IS her complaint with me anyway?" 

"She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend.  She keeps 
telling me you haven't got enough class, you abuse our 
friendship, you spend too much time drinking and crap like 
that."  Well, at least the drinking wasn't true. 

"So?, why'd she marry you then?, you and I move in the same 
circles, so to speak." 

"I dunno.  She fell head over heels in love or lust or 
somethin'." 

"I'll tell you what Ben.  I'll bet you double or nothing the 
cost of the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while 
you wait here." 

"You think so!? I'll bite, what's the gimmick?  You get some 
film of her doing something you can blackmail her with?  Fat 
chance!" 

"Nothing like it.  I'll even get her to call you to talk while 
I'm making her, how's that?" 

"Oh, man, I'd love that. I'd fix your speakers for nuthin' just 
for the opportunity to watch or listen to her being humped, and 
you know it.  It ain't gonna happen though." 

"Okay, you got it! I'm on my way." 

"You sure you don't want me to call her first?  She really 
doesn't like you much. I wasn't kidding." 

"I don't care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding 
pics. She'll beg for a repeat performance when you get home." 

"Shit." was the last word from Ben before Bob left. 

Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn't lose this bet, 
and Ben wouldn't be hurt by his project.  Every encounter gave 
him extra valuable knowledge, and this would be no different. 

=========== 

Bob got to Ben's house at 10:20 AM. The house was an old two 
story, fairly attractive in light blue.  Bob smiled at the 
sight of the white picket fence around the yard.  The house was 
on a corner and he'd never quite got into the habit of walking 
all the way around the corner to the front gate. He usually 
parked around the side by the back of the house. 

Once again, he jumped the fence. Musing, he figured this was 
easily another influence effecting why Janet didn't like him as 
any. 

He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next 
to the kitchen door.  Reaching out, he could feel the symbols 
down the basement.  She was coming up the stairs, he judged, 
and had seen him jump the fence through the basement window.  
He could feel her ankles rise and drop climbing each step. She 
radiated symbols strongly shouting 'disapproval'. 

The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight, 
stood Janet. She was about 5 foot 8 inches. Her slightly auburn 
hair was nicely set off by her freckles. She had a hostile 
frown on her plush lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show 
more concern than he'd remembered being there. Dressed in a 
sweat suit for house work, he could only see some of her curves 
he had admired in the past.  He knew her chest was larger than 
her frame would suggest, and her slender legs rivaled those of 
the best dancers.  He was somewhat curious as to the color of 
pubic hair in the past, and figured he'd find out today for 
certain. 

The moment taken up by reflection passed.  She began an 
irritated pout, and brushed back her hair. 

"So Bob!" she spurted out. "To what do I owe this visit? I know 
you're aware that Ben is at work." 

He stepped past her, and he spoke, "I know, just came from his 
shop. I never did find out why you let him work there, since 
you guys have all that money from your father."  She followed 
him to the living room, where as Bob recalled, there was a 
perfectly comfortable lounge chair with a phone on the table 
next to it. Excellent, he thought. 

"He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that." 
snarling. "Yep," he grinned lecherously, "keeps his hands off 
you, I'm sure." "What's that supposed to mean?" 

"I made a bet with Ben, that I'd seduce you today." 

She stared dumbstruck at him for a minute, then laughed 
hysterically. Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent, 
nothing she did would stop him from taking her. She finally 
collapsed in the chair, and calmed herself a bit. 

"You know, even if you had any chance before," she still 
giggled between words, "you couldn't do it now that you've 
warned me. You might as well leave now." 

"I don't think there'll be a problem.  Before you know it, 
you'll want me in you so bad you won't care about the bet at 
all." 

"You're pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit." 
she crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of 
the curves concealed by the sweat shirt. "You are beginning to 
get me pissed, and believe me, that ain't gonna help a sorry 
little sot like you get anywhere." She grinned in a sadistic 
manner, "besides I've screwed just about everyone else Ben 
knows, at his request I might add, and he has never, thank the 
heavens, asked me to do anything with you. If he does, it will 
be the first and only time I refuse. It might be the grounds 
for our divorce, happy though he makes me otherwise." It was 
clear she thought she'd stung him. 

Bob finally started exerting some changes in the thought 
streams her body was using. As he laughed back, he insinuated 
the tendrils of pleasure up through her thighs and along the 
back of her neck. 

"I think you will shortly find your opinion unreliable, even 
for your own judgment of your own actions..." He reached 
directly to the nerve streams her groin used and slid the 
symbols in that caused sexual heat to rise from within. "Shall 
we get started or would you like to deny your own body's lust a 
while longer?" 

She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth. "How do 
you expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?" 

"Actually, I've suspected for some time you want me. You always 
react hostily to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole 
me into sexual action with you. Ben may have his desires, this 
struck me as one of yours." Of course, he knew she was being 
aroused by his mental manipulation of her nervous system, but 
he wanted her consciousness to believe she'd simply suppressed 
her desires. 

"You're nuts," by this time he'd sent a few tingles through her 
cunt lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair 
trying not to show her arousal, "you are imagining things. 
<unggh>" 

Bob began to undress. His penis was nestled, retracted, in 
amongst his balls. As the hanging silence became more 
pronounced, he knelt before her, and pulled her running shoes 
off. By now, her head was lolling back and a few drops of sweat 
were rolling off her forehead. He could make out the pale 
bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat pants down her legs. 

"Unngh oooohh," she loosed the groans with reluctant 
acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal. Her panties, 
a pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman, 
came off through his administration next. 

"I can't, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg, 
arguing with yyyaaahhh, you.... oh god yes" he was gently 
tickling the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He had a fine 
view now of her luscious slender legs, which were stretching 
out to point the toes in pulsing motions. "ggnnnnggoooood, 
oooohhh mooorre" 

He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts. Delightfully, 
her melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra.  The lovely 
freckles, so attractive on her countenance, also graced the 
pale skin of her tits.  He could almost see little circles form 
by the little dots as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the 
motions Janet was now making. 

"Lift your arms." She did as instructed and he pulled off the 
top over her head.  Her hair, fell through the neck of the 
sweat shirt, almost in slow motion, gliding across her smooth, 
naked shoulders.  He felt his own arousal as his prick began to 
stiffen. 

"Oh Bobbbb," she had now yielded to his physical advances. He 
stroked the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention 
as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it 
inside with his tongue. "oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck... 
me" her lithe fingers stroked through his hair, smoothing the 
errant strays while pulling, and sinking his head into the 
breast he was attacking.  He blocked the orgasm he saw 
developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation of her 
breasts. 

He had a call to make first. 

"Mmnnph!," he pulled back against the pressure of both of her 
arms now. God!, she's strong, he thought. "pick up the phone, 
call Ben." 

"Unnh, don't stop. don't don't." she muttered, apparently at 
the brink but unable to breach the barrier. "why, inuhhhh, call 
Ben? just fuck me, oh god please fuck me...unng.." 

"Don't you think he'd like to hear you coming?" He clamped his 
finger and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply <nnng, 
uuuuuuahhh>. He could see she was expecting that to send her 
over, but instead it just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts, 
seeking cock that hadn't been inserted yet.  Her fulfillment 
would wait a touch longer. 

She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the 
number. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end 
rang. And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled 
to suppress the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue. 

"Hi, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> speak with my 
husband." She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled 
her legs up over the arms of the chair and began to slide his 
hand over her ass. She shouldn't bother hiding her activities, 
he thought. Everyone who works with Ben knows how you two 
operate. "unghh!, please, unhgg, ooohhh pleeease!" 

"Hello, <grnnnt> Ben?," the voice seemed to confirm it, "Bob is 
here, and he tells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah, 
some kind... uh uh uh uh" Bob had inserted two fingers in her 
cunt and was starting to thrust them. 

"Here," she panted as she held out the phone, "he wants 
<rrrrggggh> to talk, mmmmmm, to you." 

"Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?" 

"Yup," Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from 
breathing heavily into the phone, "she's hot to trot, ready for 
fucking. How would you like me to take her?" 

"I don't believe,... never mind! I don't care, I just want to 
hear her while she's coming!" Ben responded. 

"Okay, you listen, she'll hold the phone to her throat..." 

He handed the phone back to Janet. Obedient to the instructions, 
she pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every 
throaty sound she loosed. 

"Okay Janet, since Ben hasn't got a preference, and you're so 
convinced I can't get in your pants, how do you want it?" 

"Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I'm sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me! 
please fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese." 
 
He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single 
lunge, thrust the length of his cock deep inside her. 

"OooooooOH!" was her immediate response. As he thrust, he let 
himself come pretty quickly, a fountain of come flooding freely 
through his prick. He kept pounding to her thumping grunts and 
slowly released the block on her orgasm, causing her building 
heat to rise higher still. 

"YESSSS!, YES YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!" she 
screamed, completely without restraint as the sensation drew 
her on. In one final screaming pitch, she pounded up and down 
so hard, he thought the chair was creaking louder than it 
should. She released completely with an ear piercing primal 
scream. 

She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up. She 
was clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even 
speak. The sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head 
rest, back and elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual 
juices by her ass. 

"Hello? Hello?" squawked from the phone. Bob picked it up.  
Janet was in no condition to do so. 

"Ben, you still there." 

"Goddamn, I wet my pants." came Ben's voice calmly as though 
he'd dropped a screw driver. 

"Well, you lose the bet lad." 

"I guess so, who'd of guessed." 

"Talk to you later." 

"Later." and the phone clicked as Ben hung up. 
Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before 
him. Bob enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he 
stood beside her. 

"We'll do this again won't we Janet?" She opened her eyes and 
looked at him with astonishment. Gulping, she straightened up 
a bit. 

"I h-h-hope so. I'd never would've thought you'd be the best 
sex I'd ever had. I want more, but I'm burnt out." 

"There'll be another time." He began to dress. 

"I'm sorry about the things I said... stay, we can screw again 
in a little while." 

"Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build 
sexual tension or some such shit." 

"Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember." Still 
naked she walked to the kitchen with him. "I want to repeat 
the experience often. Ben won't mind, honest." 

"I know, gotta go now." With this Bob turned and embraced her 
in his arms. He kissed her passionately, as she returned the 
kiss with her tongue caressing his lips. 

Bob was pleased, he'd only controlled some of her physical 
reactions. Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely 
adjusted to meet his demands. Nor like Randi, who he'd taken 
over control her body with some reaction control. Now with a 
little work he could manipulate women without bending them 
into entirely new personalities. 

Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his 
talent was beginning to grow. He drove over to the Mall, there 
were a few more things he'd need before tonight! 

==== 

The mall was full of mothers with children, college students 
who didn't have classes or were cutting, and the odd couple 
here and there with a day off.  Bob was concentrating on 
getting to the book store, when something jolted his reverie... 

There was a very attractive young girl, although as he looked 
she appeared to be older, sitting in front of a shoe store.  
She had long black hair, a clear complexion, and was thin but 
not bony. What snapped him loose from daydreaming about 
screwing Janet was her intensity as she watched women walking 
by... 

Bob sat down across from the Shoe store, pretending to check 
his purchases.  He reached out with a tendril of thought to 
probe her. He was curious.  Taking out a pen, he slipped into 
her subconscious and found her name and address. This 
information written down for later use, he made an effort to 
monitor her thoughts. 

For a moment, he could see through her eyes as she appraised 
the curves of a woman walking by with a stroller.  This was 
new!  He could feel her salivating at the idea of sucking milk 
from the new mother's teat.  He could sense the arousal in her 
loins and found that his manhood was straining in response to 
her lust. 

Knowing he couldn't get his chores done, and explore this hot 
little lesbian tart, he double checked the address he'd written 
down and pulled his tendril of thought back. 

He got a second surprise... 

Someone was frantically trying to hide their mind, and doing a 
poor job of it.  He'd never of noticed, but for his little 
probe activity. Bob began to seek out the consciousness trying 
to hide. It was wandering the mall, but he couldn't tell 
where... 

{who??} came a symbol from this mystery person, {not them?} 
Bob, stunned that anyone else knew the symbols, much less could 
manipulate them, paused before responding. 

{I am learning} he tried to be somewhat evasive. Worried about 
the reactions of others to his experiments, it didn't seem a 
good idea to expose himself either. {why do you hide?} 
{hunters!, you can be found, be careful} and the other mind 
modified it's concealment, vanishing from Bob's inexperienced 
probing. 

Someone else slapped out at him with an entirely unsubtle probe 
at his mind.  Pulling back into himself he displayed a set of 
surface thoughts about shopping.  Hunters?, what hunters?  

Telepaths with hostility towards other telepaths?  It was a 
shock to learn there were others who knew the symbols.  He 
decided caution was in order. 

Bob's consciousness slipped down inside himself. He filled out 
the artificial consciousness he left showing, so telepathic 
probes wouldn't detect him.  This probe was pure energy though, 
no symbols apparent. Could the phony him pass if whoever looked 
closely? 

The probe passed, Bob allowed himself an internal sigh of 
relief. What he'd done seemed to have worked.  He checked the 
artificial personality he displayed.  He was certain it was 
untouched.  He wondered who the phantom he'd communicated with 
was, but was relieved to avoid the 'hunters'. 

In an unhurried manner, watching anxiously for the 'hunters', 
he completed his errands.  He still couldn't keep from shaking 
somewhat. 

Once he was back on the road, he couldn't resist speeding.  He 
had to adjust a cop to ignore him as he drove past.  Just 
another price of the fun he now enjoyed. 

==== 

"Hi Ben." 

"Bob!" 

"Speakers ready yet?" Bob was still shaking.  He wasn't used to 
the idea that other people were looking for him, as a telepath 
that is. 

"Hey bud," Ben jibed, "Screwing Janet give you a case of 
nerves?" 

"Naw, close call on the highway." Bob lied.  You don't have the 
talent, you shouldn't know about it, he thought. 

"That was one intense phone call by the way.  Ran home for an 
hour and we had a quickie on the kitchen floor." Ben lifted the 
speakers from behind his work desk. "Funny thing though, Janet 
seemed let down afterwards..." 

"Aw, she'll be okay. Twice, so close together, probably just a 
case of stamina failure." 

"Well, you musta given her some work out, she was still naked 
in the kitchen. Said she was feeling kind of limp.  It was 
great for me though." 

"Heh heh, thanks for fixing the speakers, Janet was real fun.  
If you don't mind maybe she and I can...." he let the thought 
trail off.  It wouldn't do to have Ben think he was too far 
gone to appreciate a good fuck. 

"You bet. I'd like to watch though, you know what a thrill I 
get outa seeing her get laid..." 

"Right, sure.  When the opportunity arises, I guess." 

==== 

As evening approached, Bob felt much better.  He realized the 
'hunters', as he thought of them, could never get hold of him 
if they couldn't spot him. Everything was cool again, he 
thought.  He'd just have to be careful to keep up a good front.  

He'd have to look at the Book, to see if any other telepaths 
are mentioned.  Specifically he wanted to see if he'd 
overlooked any reference to hostile groups, or some kind of 
association of telepaths. 

He pushed it to the back of his mind for now.  He wanted to be 
ready for his private party. So he went back to clearing away 
the living room's clutter and straightened up the bedroom.  
This was going to be an interesting evening. 

==== 

When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, Bob rushed to open it. 

There was Fran, and as he'd come to expect, she was striking 
sexy poses whenever opportune, as if the photographer would 
snap a picture at any moment. Mostly this showed her bust line 
and hips to great effect, but the coy come hither looks she 
shot off were most effective. 

She walked in as he directed carrying a large and tattered 
shopping bag.  She stood in the living room for a moment, 
gathering in the view, neither approving nor disapproving.  Bob 
closed the door and walked up behind her. 

"Oh darling, um, master, I've looked forward to this all day!" 

She hadn't of course, but she didn't know that. Bob adjusted 
the instructions he'd given her to allow her to remain in 
secret lover personality while in his home tonight.  He reached 
around her and cupped the undersides of her tits.  They were 
delightfully round and soft. Clearly she'd successfully removed 
her underthings before coming. He fingered her nipples and 
licked the back of her neck. 

She cocked one knee up a bit and began to squeeze her thighs in 
to stimulate her groin. "oh, master, oh please yes."  He 
stopped after a few moments, to her obvious disappointment. 

Lifting the back of her skirt, he was pleased to learn that 
she'd gotten the panties off too.  Rubbing her bottom he slowly 
slipped his middle finger into her asshole. "Eeek!, aaahhh..." 
Startled at first, she allowed herself to relax and accept the 
intrusion. 

"March as I lead." he began to direct her by his finger to the 
bedroom.  Each step was arousing her more as he finger fucked 
her anus with every up and down motion.  Her face took on a 
flushed color and little gasps came after the first few steps. 

"You brought your uniform?"  He removed his finger.  

Disappointment rose again within her.  She apparently was 
expecting to be well fucked first thing.  She'd have to wait. 

"Yes master, a beautiful maids outfit. I've worn it once 
before, but Joe didn't really care for it." 

"Put it on, I'll be in the kitchen." He turned and left her, 
wanting to be surprised at least a little bit. 

A few minutes later as she came into the kitchen, he turned and 
was extremely pleased. 

She wore a frilly top blouse with red cups under the breasts, 
only barely covering her nipples. Tightly, the white blouse 
clung to her middle and a black little skirt fluffed up 
stiffly, lace patterned frills underneath showed her upper 
thighs adorned with garters. Her legs were decorated with skin 
colored stockings with the seam in the back straight as an 
arrow.  Her ankles were adorned with a white lace loop and 
turned, ever so lovely, in the high heels she wore.  Similar 
lace wraps adorned her wrists, displaying her hands and fingers 
nicely.  She'd removed her wedding and engagement rings, 
probably to please her lover.  A delightful touch, that added 
enormously, was the jet black choker around her neck. She 
pirouetted for his pleasure. 

"Good. Now set the dining room table for two. I'm having Randi 
over for dinner. We'll probably fuck afterwards. You will be 
serving us." He could sense the anger rising in her.   Why 
should she share him with anyone! Then he could see the 
resignation, as she decided she'd do anything for her secret 
lover.  Interestingly, she began to twitch with excitement at 
the humiliation of having to serve his other lover dinner.  She 
also seem to reflect on how much better a lover she must be, to 
be able to accept this role from him. 

"Yes master."  she meekly said. 

Amazing, he thought, I didn't even plant that stream in her to 
accept... I think.  Aroused himself, he had to struggle not to 
take Fran immediately. 

She began to work on setting the table, a difficult task in the 
outfit she now wore.  Watching her move in that outfit, he 
thought, was one hell of a reward in itself.  The motions 
showed off her flesh with grace, and her poise was such, Bob 
could believe she was aroused just from being watched. 

Fortunately the doorbell rang again.  He answered the door to 
find Randi, as he expected. 

She was beautiful. She wore a red, ankle length, shoulderless 
dress, that accented her smaller breasts and the incredible 
curve of her hips. Her hair was waved slightly, and the red 
lipstick was glossy enough to accent the light pucker her lips 
were displaying.  She was wearing black high heels, and an 
ankle bracelet glinted briefly in the waning sunlight. 

A cloud of confusion and irritation hung over her as he waved 
her in. 

"I really didn't want to come, you know.  I just had to see if 
this stupid lack of control is something that happens only 
around you!"  She stomped into the livingroom on 3 inch heels 
without the flowing grace the dress suggested.  He figured he 
could work on that... 

"Oh, I love it when you're angry.  Do sit down, our servant for 
the evening will have dinner ready soon, I'm sure..." 

"Our what!?  Oh, your not going to embarrass me in front of a 
stranger, you know!  I can just leave right now!" 

"Nothing of the sort. You know Fran. Fran! Come in here please." 

In walked the lovely, willowy blond, displaying herself in her 
maid's outfit.  She capped her entrance with a delicate curtsy, 
almost sliding her breasts free from her blouse on the bounce. 

"Yes master?" she put out with the sexiest breathy voice she 
could manage. 

"Dinner is on the stove and in the oven. When the timer rings, 
the chicken should be ready. Set out the food, and call us in.  

Bring us a glass of wine each, please." 

"Will that be all master?" 

"Yes Fran, that will be all." 

"That isn't our Fran, from work I mean!?"  Randi appeared a 
little shocked by Fran's appearance.  But her eyes had lingered 
on Fran's legs and ass as she wandered back to the kitchen. 

"Oh, she likes performing this little role of hers. Don't be 
alarmed. We will have dinner, chat for a while, and see what 
happens." 

Randi opened her lovely lips, but rather than speak, she just 
licked them.  Bob recognized the reaction from the girl in the 
Mall.  He hadn't expected Randi to have that response.  Oh ho!, 
he thought, maybe I know what became of the old boyfriend. 
Fran brought the wine in, and Randi's eyes didn't stray from 
her. She finally looked at Bob again after Fran left the room. 

"If you like, I'll let you eat her for dessert."  He tested the 
waters, deliberately avoiding monitoring her thoughts. 

Stunned, Randi looked down at her lap. "I don't know what 
you're talking about!"  Her voice was much smaller, and 
somewhat broken up by the attempt to reply immediately to his 
insinuation.  Her hands were clasped, palms up in her lap, and 
looked sweaty.  He knew he had appraised her reaction 
correctly.  Before the conversation continued however, Fran 
called that dinner was ready. 

Sitting down to candle light, being served by the attractive 
blond, and eating dinner with another woman that would be at 
his command later, Bob felt a certain contentment.  

Satisfaction and comfort settled in while he ate the food Fran 
placed before him.  She stroked him with those lovely boobs 
whenever she could work around his side or back.  While she did 
this, he slipped a suggestion into her mind that she do the 
same for Randi. 

Fran, consciously trying to please Bob, now began to perform 
the same little enticing movements against Randi.  Bob watched 
Randi's eyes pop wide open at one point when Fran dipped her 
cleavage low so Randi couldn't miss it.  Randi's tongue 
explored her own lips and seemed to have no active control 
while her eyes followed Fran around the room. At one point, she 
brushed her own breast as Fran rubbed up against her back. 

Bob's reactions were astounding, he couldn't keep his prick 
down when he saw Randi's behavior. 

Fran did well serving the salad, main course, and the cake he 
had bought.  She made every step to and from the kitchen an 
exciting luscious erotic treat as well.  But after she cleared 
the dessert dishes, he had her bring out coffee.  He was 
looking forward to being awake for some time yet! Once the 
coffee was out, he looked at a very horny Randi sitting 
opposite. 

"Still hungry?" 

"Well, no, dinner was very good, thank you."  She remained 
pensive, and somewhat ill at ease.  Bob was delighted, this was 
all very exciting, influencing his state of arousal. 

"Very well, Fran come in here." 

The blond bounced into the dining room quickly, almost coming 
out of the weak restraint of her blouse. 

"Yes master?" 

Bob got up and moved behind Fran, turning her to face Randi.  
Her body moved longingly at his every touch.  Looking over 
Fran's shoulder, he could see Randi lick her lips, and struggle 
at restraining her own reactions.  Fran tensed a little as she 
realized he might use her there before this other lover, but 
relaxed again, determined she would show herself the better 
choice. 

He reached for the back of her neck, with his palm arched, he 
lightly felt the smooth skin around to her chin and slipped a 
finger into her mouth.  She took the finger and sucked it with 
worshipful motions, licking the air behind as he pulled away 
from time to time.  Bob could see her eyes were closed in 
passion.  He glanced at Randi, who by now had her right hand up 
to her mouth, the knuckles of her forefinger sucked between her 
lips, the white of her teeth showing against the skin.  Her 
desire to participate was very clear. 

"Come into the living room, both of you." He directed, as soon 
as he could draw himself under control a bit. "Randi, you take 
the larger chair, by the bookcase." He slipped his hand under 
the diminutive skirt Fran was wearing and grabbed a handful of 
cheek to guide her in front of Randi, back about 3 feet.  

Randi, lost in her own lust, simply did as commanded. He was 
delighted that he'd been able to avoid any further probing, and 
adjustment to fulfill his desires so far. 

He slipped his hand past Fran's anus and pulled back on her 
crotch while pushing forward on her shoulders with the other 
hand. "Ommph!" she spouted as her hands grabbed the arms of 
Randi's chair and she leaned over displaying her bountiful 
chest to the elegantly dressed woman beneath. 

"Good. Now Randi, since you've been enjoying watching Fran's 
tits throughout dinner, you will arouse them for me." 

Shamed by her body's hot desire, Randi began to reach up for 
those gifts Bob was giving her.  She began by unbuttoning the 
blouse Fran had so tightly wrapped around herself earlier. 

Fran was helplessly trapped in this position, the strain on her 
arms noticibly caused discomfort, but as Randi started tracing 
the shapes of Fran's huge tits by the tiniest finger traces, a 
sigh of delight escaped from within. 

While Randi was exploring, Bob dropped his trousers, kicking 
them and his shoes aside for now.  His view was enhanced by the 
great mirror over the mantle of his fireplace.  He also reached 
out to see through Randi what she saw and felt.  As he did this 
he could feel the growing lust raging in her and saw the tip of 
her tongue wrap itself around Fran's nipple.  Fran let out a 
solid low moan.  Bob stepped up behind her. He lifter her 
skimpy skirt to expose naked ass and pussy. He slid his cock 
straight into her cunt, by now soaked with vaginal juices, to 
the hilt. 

"gnnn! ooohhh god!" he could feel her clenching her teeth with 
the sensation of her nipples being aroused from one side as he 
plunged her depths from behind.  Unable to do much more than 
wobble in place against him, she pressed back whenever she 
could.  The high heels she wore made this task less than 
simple. 

Bob blocked her orgasm, as he had earlier with Janet.  He let 
it build.  The streams of pleasurable arousal grew, but failed 
to release. "unh unh unh" she throbbed rhythmically, pulsing as 
he continued to pound her cunt and Randi got more enthusiastic 
with her tits.  Randi bit down hard once, eliciting a great 
"ggaaawwdddd yessss!" as Fran lurched with the strokes. Fran's 
head was now shaking wildly from side to side, tossing droplets 
of sweat left and right as she strove to reach the plateau... 
which Bob finally allowed, unlocking the stream for her.  

"AAAHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOOODDD! FU..." and she went from 
total animal screech to whimpering little girl slowly through 
the orgasm. 

No one could say how long she had been in a state of orgasm, 
but when she was done, there was just a shell of child, leaning 
against the chair. Bob carried her to the other chair and sat 
her down. Still in her maids uniform, Fran looked a little like 
a broken doll. 

Checking she was actually still there and breathing, Bob 
cupped her face in his hands.  She smiled, but didn't open her 
eyes. 

Bob turned back to Randi.  She was virtually drooling, gulping 
with desire and anticipation.  Her hands were rubbing across 
the fabric of her dress, over her breasts. 

"I'll do anything you want," she breathed seductively. He knew 
he had her hooked, more than controlled.  "I'll be your 
whore," she went on, "anytime, just help me, uh, please, I 
want to cum like that!" she ended in a stammering whisper.  He 
could see her shudder lightly as he approached her. 

His cock, wet from Fran, was still standing erect.  He stood by 
the side of Randi's chair. 

"Darling Randi, I think you can start by cleaning Fran's juices 
off my prick." 

"Yes, er, should I call you master too?"  she spoke directly at 
his prick, now in her hand. 

"Eventually, maybe. Tonight you are my date, Fran is being our 
entertainment, a toy for both of us to play with." Randi was 
wrapping her lips about the tip of his cock, "a toy for your 
pleasure too. But you will be my Lady, an exceptional consort 
for this night." 

She was delighting in tasting the juices Fran covered him with, 
he could feel the passion in her lips and tongue.  As she began 
diving against his groin, the flood of energy built in his 
balls, surging to rise above the base of his organ.  He felt 
her slide further towards the root of his stiffness.  Her teeth 
digging gently against the body of his cock. Pulling her head 
harder against him he unleashed a torrent of cum down her 
throat.  Remarkably, she sucked harder to swallow what he'd 
delivered.  When his release ended, he stood back appraising 
her appearance. 

She licked her lips clean, clearing every drop of the hard won 
semen from her chin, she was still unquestionably squealching 
her own desire to orgasm.  She had given over to his control, 
he would let her come when she was ripe, improving the 
inevitable orgasm beyond her normal expectations.  She was 
obviously certain of this. 

Drop and give me fifty, he chuckled to himself.  Oh, the 
enticing thrill of having two such lovely toys, all to himself.  
Well, he couldn't leave her quite like this all night. 

"Go in the bedroom, get your underwear off.  Then we'll make a 
short trip out.  You will enjoy yourself, I'm sure." 

Reluctantly, knowing she'd now have to wait for her anticipated 
release, she stepped down the hall.  Bob turned to Fran who had 
recovered enough to watch the end of Randi's administrations to 
his prick. 

"Clean yourself up. I want the kitchen clean by the time we get 
back and yourself in pristine condition, prepared for our 
leisure." 

"Yes master," she managed, still hovering about the plateau she 
hit when her orgasm ended.  He sensed she'd gotten a thrill 
from the use Randi had made of her, he'd expected no less. 

He put his pants back on, finishing the knots on his shoes when 
Randi came back out.  Her makeup straightened out, she had 
taken on the appearance of someone set to go to the opera.  She 
had turned her curvaceous assets into a work of art. 

"Before we go, why don't you go in to Fran and feel up her 
cunt? You might feel better for it... if all goes well, I'll 
let you use her later as well..."  She flashed him a wicked 
lustful glance, and stepped into the kitchen. 

"Yipppp!, oh mistress!" He heard while he found his keys and 
wallet. "unnnh!, mmmmph!"  A few more muffled moans and sighs 
were followed by an "oh please!" 

Momentarily, with a satisfied grin, Randi stepped back in.  Her 
lipstick was slightly disrupted, but she seemed gloriously 
pleased with herself. 

She fixed the makeup again in the car. 

==== 

The two of them went to a few dance places he'd used to visit, 
trolling for dates, before he'd met Betty.  She danced 
impeccably.  He teased her, making her dance with several other 
men with verbal instructions to make the tiniest of come ons to 
them.  Randi obviously felt a little humiliated, but also found 
each act of humiliation to be another inch forward in her 
arousal. 

He, for his part, danced with as many other women as he could 
entice to the dance floor.  Some of them never noticed his hands 
cupping their breasts.  Some did, but didn't want him to stop. 

But after a few hours, Bob took Randi back to his home. She was 
now so hot, she figured the doorknob looked good.  He told her 
to use Fran to get her relief, when they got inside. 
As they entered, Fran stepped up with hot cocoa. 

"I thought you'd like something when you got in, master." 
Bob took his cup, but Randi set hers aside.  In moments she had 
pulled Fran to the floor, plunging her tongue into the other 
woman's throat. 

The temporary servant was moaning herself at this assault like 
advance and began to feel Randi's curves through her dress.  

Shortly it was Fran who had rolled Randi over and was thrusting 
her tongue down the brunette's throat.  Gasps of pleasure worked 
free from both women. Bob was very pleased with the turn of 
events. 

Randi and Fran allowed him to interrupt.  After pointing out the 
bedroom would be much more comfortable, he watched as they 
scrambled to the other room together.  He slipped the orgasm 
block into both of them, and went down the basement. 

Shortly he'd found the book and went into the living room, 
sitting in the same chair he'd had Randi in earlier. Sipping his 
drink, he listened to the stream of moans and begging "fuck me, 
please, oooohh" sounds from the bedroom.  His vicarious pleasure 
was about to begin. He'd planned this since he saw the little 
tart at the mall. 

He reached out to feel the two women, entering into the streams 
Randi was putting out.  He could feel her lips brush the nipples 
of the other woman.  Her heat filled his loins, the pleasure and 
pain of the nips at her own nipples flooded his chest.  He could 
feel the fingers invading her cunt.  He sensed the dripping 
fluids dribbling down her legs.  His own pelvis lifted and 
pulsed in rhythm with hers.  Fran became pinned under her, as 
she thrust her groin into the blond's face.  Clearly the blond 
was easily as far gone by now, as Randi dug her tongue between 
Fran's cut lips, the fluids flowed into her mouth. He could feel 
the twist of Fran's fingers, reaching Randi's tits. 

Bob released the block on Randi's orgasm while he was inside her 
mind stream, wallowing in the symbols spelling out the thrusting 
surge.  He felt her muscled contraction tightly, again, and 
then again, and once again.  He was certain he was wet in 
exactly the same way.  Then he slipped into Fran's stream of 
consciousness, feeling a similar punch of pleasure rising in 
her/his groin.  Randi chose the moment to lunge her fingers 
into Fran's cunt, several, maybe an entire fist.  Fuck!, god 
that was good, he released Fran too and she went screaming, at 
the top of her lungs, over the edge. 

Releasing the probe into the women, Bob relaxed.  Oh shit, he 
looked down.  He'd orgasmed, messing his pants and his chair.  
How embarrassing.  Planning hadn't foreseen this, he decided. 

==== 

He cleaned up the mess.  Looking in on his toys, he saw they'd 
fallen asleep, cuddled in each other's arms. 

Very well, he thought.  I'm pretty well burnt out anyway.  Time 
to check out the book.  He began to search for references to 
organizations of telepaths, hunters, anything.  It was 2:00 AM 
when he gave up.  There were no clues to anyone, not even the 
original author. He virtually had the Book memorized now. 

He finally put it away again. 

Thinking about the two women together, his cock rose again.  He 
slipped in next to Fran. He woke her with a shush... 

With Randi still asleep, he had Fran suck his cock, lubricating 
him with her spit.  Turning her around, he arranged her on her 
knees on the bed.  Her head next to Randi, her shoulders 
embedded in a pillow, her ass jutting up at him. He spread her 
cheeks.  She made a small whimper of joy, and he shushed her 
again.  His cock worked its way into her ass slowly.  She bit 
down on the pillow.  

He plunged in and began to work up a rhythm.  Fran grunted a 
pleased sigh.  He pumped and felt the flood coming again.  His 
groin squeezed the liquid fire through his prick one more time 
for the night. Randi slept through everything this time, even 
Fran's screaming orgasm. 

And then he felt spent.  Fran dripped with come, and he watched 
her waiting permission to get up.  With hesitation, he had her 
gather her things and go home. 

He gave Fran a farewell kiss at the front door, and intimately 
drew his fingers over each breast and her cunt before she 
departed. 

==== 

He woke up Randi, telling her to go home.  Randi seemed 
reluctant to depart.  She wanted to stay for more of his special 
treatment. 

"Don't worry, we'll get together again, soon." 

"I'm prepared to move in, if you'll have me." she whispered. 

"You want Fran, not me."  He knew what brought out her heat, 
she'd missed it all along.  His new talent had helped see 
through her thin veneer. 

"Yes, but you gave her to me tonight. The whole thing wouldn't 
have worked if I'd tried to pick her up myself..."  Her eyes 
begged him for more, both the humiliation and the control over 
other women. "But she is only one woman.  You are a treasure 
chest of unbriddled sexual pleasure." 

"So you think you want to be my whore?  You want me to pimp 
women for your use?" 

"I'd pay for what you've given me, er, master."  with this she 
announced her servitude. 

"You will pay. You'll find that if I own you, I'll used you 
often. I'll think it over. Go home." 

She pouted at him, but left as commanded. He watched her car 
drive away in the darkness. Clearing away the mess in the bed 
room, he collapsed into a solid crashing sleep. 

He dreamed of being 'hunted' by predatory villains, wielding ray 
guns and carrying manacles.  The terror woke him, but he managed 
to drop off again, repeating the nightmare a few times... 
Betty would visit tomorrow.


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