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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.   Reposting or any
other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission
of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a  review or
posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sights.

Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com

This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned thirty
plus chapters. 

Please!  Give me your comments.
 

MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 20

A New Kitten

I awakened at the bottom of a human pile. Andy was crushed against one
side, her mass of blonde hair over my face inhibiting my breathing,
her head over my arm. Tinker Bell was jammed against me on the other
side.  Sometime in the night, Mary had rolled over Tink and me,
crushing Tink into the bed, placing her head next to mine on the
pillow.  Mary's fingers were wrapped around my cock.  As I tried to
disengage us, I got moans and mumbled complaints as they struggled to
move in their sleepy conditions. Tink was grumbling she was paralyzed,
but I knew Mary's weight had made her lower body become numb and she
would be fine in a few minutes. Finally, I got out of bed.  

When I returned from the bathroom, Tink and Mary were gone. I heard
china rattling in the kitchen and hoped coffee was on its way. Andy
was now on her back, arms and legs splayed in a spread-eagle.  I
crawled between her legs, laying prone with my head in her crotch. 

Gently, I began to lap her pussy with my tongue, letting it touch her
clit on each stroke.  I heard a tiny moan. I felt her legs twitch. Her
delicious, sweet, hairless pussy gave off that musk smell. I slipped
my arms under her legs and moved up the bed, bringing her legs up and
open, trapped against the inside of my elbows.  She shivered and her
eyes fluttered as she tried to focus. 

"Oh, Davy," she whispered as her hands found my cock and guided me to
her pussy. I felt her open her lips for me and move her hips to let me
slide in.  "Quite, little kitten," I said.  She began to purr as I
slowly fucked her.  I took my time, letting us build together.  She
was growling and sweaty as her legs tightened when she orgasmed.  I
let myself join her.  She locked her legs around me, not letting me
escape as I softened in her with our juices oozing out of her around
my cock.

"That was beautiful," Tink said with a sniffle.  She was standing
beside the bed watching us.  How long she had been there, I did not
know.  I do know the coffee she brought was perfect drinking
temperature. 

After a huge, hearty breakfast, Tink offered to teach Andy some new
skills on the slopes.   They left together, happy and eager to begin
their skiing.  Mary and I cleaned up, dressed, grabbed our skis and
walked to the lifts. We got in line to take the gondola to mid-Vail,
which is half way up Vail Mountain and the starting point for all the
lifts to the top and the bowls in back.   

The ski area was packed with tourists which was to be expected since
this was one of the busiest days of the year.  Often, Vail residents
do not ski when the place is congested but I liked the crowds. They
were festive, talking and jostling, as they waited their turn to ride
up the mountain to ski.  

Then,  I saw her. 

"You are drooling," Mary said with a laugh.  I felt her finger wipe
away the spittle on my chin. I blushed and she giggled, giving me a
kiss on the cheek. "What is there about her, Davy?  Why does a man who
has all the women he wants react to her like that?"  

It was a legitimate question. Why does a man who has two very
desirable, totally submissive, wild, wonderful, sexual woman
programmed for his every need, find and fuck three others yesterday
and now drool over another woman, even a woman so well known?  I don't
know everything.  But, I knew I wanted her.

"Want to meet her?"

"What?"

"Do you want to meet her?"

"Of course."

"She is a kitten."

That took a minute to sink in.  I was not sure I had heard her
correctly.  

"What did you say?"

"She is a kitten.  They all are."

"Mary, quit being cryptic. What are you trying to say?"  My voice was
sharp but my cock was controlling it and he, as always, felt a natural
urgency.

"All of the women on her TV show have been programmed by Bert. They
are all kittens."

She had a laughing expression on her face like a mother explaining
something humorous to a not-to-bright child. 

"Let me ask a question so I am sure I understand what you said.  She
and all the other women on Baywatch have been programmed to be
kittens?  All I have to do is ask my questions and she will go to bed
with me?"

"Yes."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No."

Okay, so I was not sounding too bright but I certainly had not
expected this.  

"Please explain."

"Bert wanted to have sex with a lot of women.  He knew it would be
difficult to find them one by one. So, he often took them in groups.
He did all the Baywatch women in one day. Of course, he had to go back
a few times when they had cast changes but he got them all."

She waited as I stood dumb, thinking about all those glorious
creatures naked with me.   My mind was whirring with visions of them
all running towards me, shedding those red swim suits as they ran. My
cock was a tree desperate to be planted.

"Also, he did the same thing with some other shows."

"Other shows?"

"Yes. Friends, Melrose Place, Savannah, ER, some of the soaps.  He
tried to get the casts from all the Aaron Spelling shows.  Come on.  I
will introduce you."  

"You know her?"

"I was there when she was programmed.  I guess I forgot to tell you
but they are programmed to accept me as a friend so I can get past
security and introduce you.   Well? Do you want to meet her?"  

I will not tell you her name although I will give you a clue which is
clearly hidden in this sentence.  I will call her Eve.  Eve smiled at
Mary when she saw her, motioning Mary to her. "Let me introduce Dave
Wilson, Eve," Mary said.  Eve gave me that smile which melts the
hearts and hardens the cocks of a billion men worldwide, week after
week.  I almost got lost in those blue eyes.   

Eve and I rode side by side in a two-person chair lift up the
mountain.  By the time we reached the top, she was programmed just
like I wanted her.  We excused ourselves, took half an hour to ski to
the bottom and went to my place.  I threw a few Aspen logs on the fire
and made some hot cocoa.  We sat on the sheepskin rugs and got to know
each other.  

She knew why she was there, but she was in no hurry and neither was I.
Time is an ally of good sex.  I wanted to relish the part before the
foreplay. We inched closer to one another. We guys talk about tits and
ass but it is the face which really tells a woman's story.  Using her
face and voice and body language, she was seducing me.  Of course, I
was not resisting but she was magnificent as she varied the message,
gradually intensifying, until I kissed her.  Her lips were hot, her
tongue active, just like you imagined. 

I will not describe her body.  You have seen it many times scantily
encased in a red swim suit as she bounced in slow motion across the
screen.  In real life it was even better, her skin soft and smooth,
the muscle toned and firm, the textures rich and varied. Leisurely, we
undressed each other, taking our time. 

She took my hand, kissing the palm and then placed it over her breast,
her fingers pressing mine into the softness, the nipple hard against
the spot on my palm blessed with her lips a moment before.  Always her
face, her eyes, held and enthralled me. We eased down until we were
prone, me looking down at her.  We continued our mutual exploration.
When I slipped her pink panties down her wide and flaring hips, she
licked her lips in anticipation. 

She was hot and eager.  She was a talker, little sounds constantly
emitted in a stream of aural ecstasy.  "Yes, please, oh, oh, so good,
yes, come on, more, harder, yes, yes."  It never stopped. Eyes closed,
head back, hair like a silken cloth around her head, she talked until
she orgasmed, her pussy tight around my cock as she whimpered. 

I did not know if it was programming, or acting, or what.  I did not
care.  She was as good as I had imagined.  I know your imagination
works as well as mine so close your eyes and let it go.   

We made love, then fucked like two wildcats in an alley, then made
love again.  We were resting, my head on her breast, legs entwined,
her arm around me, when I heard a sound. Eve's eyes popped open and
she gasped as she tried to pull the comforter to cover herself.  I
looked up to see Andy, who had a pen and paper in her hand, standing
over us with a star-struck expression.

"Miss Bleeth, may I please have your autograph?"

She began to laugh, a rich, hearty, sexy laugh.

So, now you know who she was. But, you had guessed from my clue,
hadn't you?


To be continued . . . 

Please! Give me your comments.

Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com




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