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mf, nc, mc (mind control) (You've been warned.)
Copyright 1993 by Valentina Erotica. Please distribute electronically as
you wish. You may print one hard copy for your own personal use. Keep
this note with all distributions of the story.
I'd love to hear your comments, compliments, suggestions, thoughts,
reactions, etc., etc. My anon address, which is all I'll divulge, is:
Honey: an24049@anon.penet.fi
Dedicated to a very special man. C, you know who you are.
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"Honey's Uninvited Guest"
Honey
Section B:
"I don't want to have to crawl around on my knees to examine you so
it's time to get comfortable," he said and he took my hand and led me to
the guest bedroom.
I was still a bit frantic. I didn't know what to do or how to get
away. On the other hand, I don't think my body has every felt so good. As
wrong as this is, he is a tremendous lover. He made me orgasm without ever
touching my body! What am I thinking! I _have_ to get away. I've never
cheated on my husband and I don't want to be raped. I struggled with more
of these twisted thoughts as we walked down the hall toward the bedroom. I
finally hit upon a solution: He was right. I had no choice. So I may as
well give in to it KNOWING that my husband David would be home any second
(where is he, anyway? he should've been here by now) and rescue me. It
made sense. I've heard that to avoid getting hurt by a rapist you should
do what they tell you to do. I don't entirely agree with that but since I
have no choice and know I will be rescued soon anyway... Okay, I've
decided. That's what I'll do.
Paul told me to lay down on the bed on my back. I dutifully did as I
was told. I lay, as rigid as a pole, staring at the ceiling. He gave
another of his low whistles.
"I'll be damned. That's something I didn't know about. Guess I did
choose well this time." Paul said in a strange tone of voice.
What was he talking about? I looked at him and saw him staring at my
pussy. My BARE pussy! My freshly-shaven-just-a-half-hour-ago-pussy! I
watched him look at me so intently. It sent a strange feeling down my
spine. He reached out with one finger, tentatively, and barely touched my
bare mound where a thick bush of hair normally grows. His touch felt
electric to me and the smooth skin must've surprised him as well because he
jumped. I guess he'd never seen a grown woman with a bare pussy before.
He stroked his finger up and down the top of my mound, feeling the
soft skin. His touch was so relaxing, I closed my eyes and gave in to the
feeling. He went to the foot of the bed and took my legs in his hands and
parted them. His actions were so unexpected I didn't have time to react
and once my legs were apart, he kneeled between them. His eyes didn't
leave my sex. He grabbed my right hip with his left hand to steady himself
and used his right hand to touch me. Paul slid a single finger down from
the top of the mound, beside my labia in between my legs. He used a
feather light touch all around my vagina. He touched everywhere hair is
supposed to grow.
"This is great. I mean it. This is really great but it's not what I
want just now. Now it's my turn to lie down and I want you to suck my
cock. I want you to show me how good a woman you really are," Paul said.
His voice sounded almost strained.
I didn't want to do it but I had told myself this was probably the
best way out. Go along with what he said and wait to be rescued. Then I
realized what I had been telling myself...wait for some man to some rescue
me? Oh yeah, that's a real independent woman of the 90's attitude. How
could I have thought that? Forget it. There's no way I was going to do
anything else he said.
But, I did. He lay down on his back and I curled up beside him with
my head laying on his stomach.
"I am not going to suck your cock."
"Sure you are, Honey, here it is...lick the tip of it."
I licked the head, tasting the salty precum that had oozed out.
"Mister, I mean, Paul, really, I can't do this. I'm not very good at
it. I mean I only did it a few clumsy times before I got married and now
with my husband. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I
can't stand it and I want to taste your hot cock in my mouth right now." I
said.
A wave of desire to have his manhood in my mouth filled me. There was
nothing, and I mean nothing, I wanted more right then.
I slowly ran my tongue from the base of his shaft almost to the head.
I repeated the movement, enjoying the change of breathing pattern I heard
from him. I moved slightly and did the same thing, working my way around
the shaft, slowly licking up and covering every part of the shaft. I then
pursed my lips against the shaft, as if I were going to kiss it, and sucked
and slid my sucking little lips up and down and around his shaft.
I moved down between his legs and bent over. Slowly I licked his left
ball until it was covered in my saliva. I gave his right one the same
treatment then I very gently took it into my mouth and sucked and licked it
carefully. I moved to the other one and rolled that into my mouth as well.
I moved my head up a bit and started again licking his shaft. Once I had
licked all the way around, I very slowly glided my tongue across the top of
the head, then lolled it around and around circling from the "eye" outwards
until my tongue rimmed the head. I heard low moans coming from Paul.
I repositioned myself and grabbed the bottom of his shaft in a ring
with my thumb and forefinger, and put the head of his cock between my lips.
I poked my tongue at the tip, circled it around, the sucked the head into
my mouth. His moans increased. I let the head slide out between my lips
then sucked it in again, swirling my tongue around it in my warm mouth. I
relaxed, letting him slide out. This time I pulled him into my mouth,
sucking his head and his shaft all the way into my mouth, pulling hard, as
much as my mouth would hold. I could hear Paul moan louder and his
breathing increase its pace. I repeated my action, inhaling his cock deep
into my mouth, taking almost all of it in.
Doing this to a strange man and watching his excitement increase
really turned me on. I could feel my pussy throbbing and my hips began to
move a bit involuntarily showing their readiness. I moved my hand up and
down his shaft, timing it with the action of my mouth for maximum
effectiveness. It seemed to work...it felt like he was about to come. I
sucked him into my mouth again and felt his hand on the back of my head
pushing me down, taking him in deeper. I had to move my hand out of the
way and had as much of him in my mouth as I could hold and Paul still put
pressure on my head. I relaxed and my throat seemed to open somehow and I
felt more and more of him slide inside me until my lips rested against the
hairy base. At first I almost gagged but I just told myself I was okay and
to relax. My mouth felt so full. Paul slid out then all the way back in
again and my throat seemed to pulsate around him. Just when I thought he
was going to speed up and come, he pulled out.
"That's not how I want to come. I just wanted to give you a little
taste of that kind of action." He said.
How could he just stop like that? I wanted to taste his hot cum. But
even more so, I had to admit, I wanted to feel his large hot cock pumping
inside me. Something in the very back of my mind told me I shouldn't be
doing this but somehow I couldn't remember why not. All I really knew is I
had an incredible desire I wanted fulfilled and this was the only man who
could do it. I fell beside him on my back on the bed.
I had to get out of here! I am starting to go crazy. This man was
practically raping me and all I could think about was how I wanted to feel
him inside me. I can't imagine what's wrong with me. I'm thinking all
kinds of things I know I shouldn't be thinking and wanting all kinds of
things I've never wanted before.
"Leave me alone. Let me go." I said futiley.
"You still don't get it, do you Honey? You want whatever I want you
to want. See? All I have to do is go like this," he gave a mental push.
"And I can create desires within you. Like now, you want me to fuck you.
You can't help it. Even if your husband walked in right now, nothing would
stop this desire."
"Please, please fuck me. I want to feel your hot cock pumping inside
me. Come on, Paul. Show me what kind of a man you are. Take me, please."
I said, embarrassed by my wanton desire but unable to control it.
He laughed. "Nah, that's not as much fun." He removed the push.
"Get out!" I screamed. I tried to get up but it felt like my hands
and ankles were tied to the bed. I could see that they weren't but I still
could not lift them. I kept trying to move them and finally I could slide
my legs a bit but only apart. Once they were all the way apart, I couldn't
move them any more.
Paul got up and moved in between my legs. He reached underneath and
cupped my ass in his hands. He looked at my frightened eyes and smiled
mischievously. He dipped his head down and licked my inner thighs. He
heard the audible sigh he was listening for.
I pulled at my arms and legs, trying to break whatever invisible bond
held them, to no avail. I felt a tongue rest on that spot between my
vagina and my asshole. No! This is just like I "dreamt" when we were
sitting on the couch. Slowly, Paul's tantalizing tongue slid up over my
sex-entrance, parting my labia as it went, sending ripples of pleasure
through me and ending with a wiggle on my clit. I half-screamed, half-
sighed at this assault. It felt so good. I'd wanted cunnilingus for so
long that this just felt so good. He gave another long, slow tantalizing
lick. My hips wiggled and bucked from his ministrations.
He ran his tongue up and down my smooth labia and sucked each one in
gently. He was moaning softly to himself. He mumbled something about
never having the chance to eat a woman with a bare cunt before. His words
sent waves of warm excitement through my body. He licked every part
outside of my pussy but carefully avoided the sensitive inside. He ran his
tongue over all of the bare but would-be-hairy places and enjoyed the
feeling.
It felt so good! I didn't want him to stop. This felt like nothing I
could remember. It was so tickly and warm and wonderful and wet and good.
He seemed to be enjoying it too. However, I'd had enough of his teasing
and wanted him to make me orgasm. I reached down and grabbed the back of
his head, as he had mine earlier. (Yes, I could suddenly move my arms -
which means I could've escaped, but I wasn't thinking about that any more.)
I put my hands on his head and pulled him in to me trying to convince
him to stimulate my clit to orgasm. He just kept licking my outer labia. I
used one hand to reach under his face and part my labia, exposing my sex to
this stranger, and used the other hand to guide his head to the right spot.
He still resisted and lapped at my opening. He licked and sucked my sex
juices which were flowing more than I had ever known. He seemed like an
addict who couldn't get enough of my drug. I thought how funny it was that
the tables had turned and he was under my control. (Far from the truth - I
was no longer restrained but I wouldn't dream of leaving because I had such
an intense desire for him that I was still under his control.)
He curled his tongue and slid it into the entrance to my vagina. I
stifled a moan. This felt so good but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted
to feel his tongue on my clit or feel his meat pounding inside me. His
actions were frustrating and exciting me. His tongue continued its
activity until I felt very clean, hot and ready for him to enter me. Then
he put his lips over my clit and blew hot air. The heat and motion sent
shivers through my body. He slowly wiggled his tongue back and forth
against my clit. He could tell by my motions and vocalizations that this
was just what I'd been begging for. I could feel an orgasm building inside
me like I'd never experienced one before.
Paul slid one of his hands from under my ass and slipped a finger
inside my wet box. He trailed his finger down to my rosebud and teased the
rim of it. Would he dare? I couldn't stop my body from wiggling and
begging for all that he had to give. He pushed gently and his finger slid,
surprisingly easily, inside of me. It felt really weird but I have to
admit it felt good too. He slid it in and out a few times and I started to
get comfortable with it. He licked and teased my clit a bit faster. I
could feel the hair on my head almost as if it were standing on end and I
could feel the tension in my toes. I thought I would pass out if he
continued to lick me like that and just then I felt myself about to come
when...
He stopped.
I almost cried from frustration. What kind of a person was this.
Torturous.
I was drained - weak, frustrated, confused, and I just laid there.
Paul reached down and rolled me on my side away from him. I felt like
a rag doll after being played with and abandoned and I just gave in to his
motions. He pushed my top leg forward. He reached down, rubbing my ass,
until he touched my asshole with something warm and wet. He rubbed around
the rim with that wet stuff which increased my excitement again. It felt
so good and so foreign to me. He slipped his finger inside my backdoor as
he did before but this time it went in even easier and felt really nice. I
had been curious about anal play but didn't really expect it to feel like
this. He pulled his hand back but then reached again with some more of the
wet stuff and slid it around.
My face felt really flushed and I was breathing hard. I wondered if
he was really going to do what I thought he was going to do. I was a
little scared it would hurt but also excited at the thought of trying. I
reached around to see if he was still hard and was surprised to feel how
big and hard he really was. He seemed even bigger than when I was deep
throating him, if that was possible. He was ready all right. While my
hand was back there, he put some wet stuff in it so I gladly rubbed it on
his huge, hot cock. I slid my hand up and down, coating him thoroughly but
also getting myself so worked up I thought I'd orgasm just from rubbing
him. He also seemed on the edge so he took my hand off and laid it in
front of me. He rubbed his hand up my leg and teased around the rim of my
rosebud again. I could feel my pussy juices oozing again, making things
even more slick. He probed inside me with his finger and I relaxed with
the good feelings that was giving me. He moved himself into a comfortable
position behind me and pulled his finger out while placing the head of his
cock against my backdoor as if to replace it.
"Just relax and have fun, Honey. This is going to be so good. I want
to fuck your sweet ass, baby. I want to feel your hot ass around me."
Paul said.
All I could do was push back against him in response. I pushed back
as he gently pushed forward. I felt the hole ease open, already relaxed
and "loose" from his fingers, and the head of his cock entered. We both
moaned from the intense feeling. I had never known it could be like this.
Of course he was "pushing" my brain to make it feel good, but still.
It felt weird but it felt so good, I just wanted more of him inside
me. I pushed back against him and he pushed in more, then pulled back a
bit. I sighed at the change of direction and the new range of feeling this
brought about. I got a momentary "What am I doing?" feeling and started to
clench, but Paul rubbed my sides and I relaxed and enjoyed the new game. I
was glad he had been so generous with the lube because that made the motion
smooth and feel wonderful. I don't know how to explain it. It felt
nothing like going to the bathroom or even like when I had slipped a soapy
finger inside me in the shower while experimenting. It also didn't feel
like having regular sex. Regular sex wasn't better than this...just
different. Paul pushed in some more and my body relaxed and accepted him
then he stopped pushing to allow my body to automatically ease him out. He
pushed again, harder this time, until he was all the way inside me then he
slid out to the head.
"Are you okay, Honey? How does it feel?" Paul asked.
"Oh, Paul. This is incredible. I've never felt anything like it
before. I just wonder if I'd like it without your 'push' on me. This is
really wild!" I said.
"Honey, I'm not 'pushing' your brain. Everything you're doing now
you're doing by your own choice. Everything you're feeling is real."
I was shocked by his words. I thought he'd made it easier and feel
good by "pushing" my brain. I thought I was doing this because he made me
do it and that I was enjoying it because he made me enjoy it. You mean I
actually like doing this?
Ooooh! Yes, I had to admit, I _really_ liked doing this. Paul
sliding in and out of me sent tingles up my back and in my stomach and all
over my body. Like I said, the feeling was hard to explain but it just
felt so good I didn't think I could get enough.
Paul reached his hand over and down between my legs and touched my
clit. My whole body spasmed. I had forgotten how close I was to orgasm
when he'd stopped touching me. Now he slowly moved his finger over my
throbbing clit and I was close to orgasm quickly. He fucked my ass faster.
I couldn't believe how easily my body accomodated him. I felt like my body
was a violin and his cock was the bow that made the music. He strummed
faster inside me while playing with my clit. I began almost bouncing from
the stimulation.
"Oh, Paul, I think I'm going to cum." I said.
"Me too, Honey. C'mon baby. I want to feel you cum. I want you to
enjoy sex for a change, not just give in. Yes, Honey, you can do it."
I moaned and cried out from his relentless touch. I moved faster
beside him until I spasmed and throbbed into a tremendous explosive orgasm.
I shivered and moved and tightened up around him. My motions brought Paul
over the edge and moments later he pounded hard into my ass filling me with
his hot cum.
We laid there, like two spoons, sweating and panting together. I felt
so good I didn't want to move for fear of losing the feeling. After
awhile, Paul pulled out, and stood up.
"C'mon Honey, it's time to get up." Paul said.
Suddenly, I felt happy and refreshed. I stood up beside him. He
grabbed me in a big bear hug.
"Thanks, Honey. That was lots of fun. Can we do it again some time?"
he asked.
My mind was reeling as the reality of my happy marriage and my
terrible infidelity and the immense pleasure I'd received started to all
ask for my attention.
"I...I don't know, Paul. What do I tell my husband when he gets home?
What...I...oh, I just don't know. It was fun but I just can't ruin my
whole life out of my uncontrollable lustfulness." I sounded so stupid but
I just couldn't say all the things I was thinking.
"Oh, Honey, you worry too much. I'll take care of everything. David
is running late today so he won't be home until you're ready for him. You
don't have to tell him a thing. In fact, I'll make it easy on you. You
won't remember a thing. All you'll remember is the magazine salesperson
coming to the door. Sometime, I might stop by again...For now, you need to
go hop back in the shower so you're ready for your husband when he gets
home." Paul said.
Paul kissed my firmly on the lips and then exited through the front
door.
I went upstairs and took off my bathrobe so I could take a quick after
work shower. I hadn't had a particularly good day at work but for some
reason I felt wonderful! My office must've been hot 'cause I felt kind of
sticky but, no matter. That would be resolved in no time. I climbed into
the shower and enjoyed the hot water pouring over me. Why was I downstairs
in my robe? Oh yeah. Just when I was getting into the shower the doorbell
rang and it was that nice magazine salesman. I hoped he was happy doing
that since he seemed like such a nice man. Did I need to shave? No, my
legs and pussy feel pretty smooth. I gathered some rich lather in my hand
and slid it down over my pussy. Felt good. Yeah, it was all smooth.
I turned around so the hot water was beating on my breasts. I put
soap on my ass and spread it around with my hands. I slid a finger down my
crack and felt really turned on. I added more soap and slipped a finger up
inside. I almost came from the sensations it caused. Wow! That felt good.
I tried it again, but it didn't feel the same. Just felt like me washing
my ass. Oh, well. Maybe I'll have time to finger myself to orgasm on the
bed before David gets home.
I shut off the water and dried myself off with the towel. I climbed
out of the tub and threw on my robe. I went into the bedroom, lay on the
bed and opened the robe. I cupped my bare pussy then reached with one
finger for my clit. David should be home by now so I didn't have much
time. I thought about that good looking magazine salesman who stopped by
and wondered what kind of lover he'd be and what his cock would look like
and I fingered myself faster and faster, then tensed up and spasmed as I
orgasmed quickly.
I heard the key in the door as I stood and straightened my robe. I
went to meet my husband.
"Hi, Honey. I stopped and picked up a couple things from the grocery
store. I got some milk, eggs, bread and I'm not sure what else. Didn't
know what we needed but for some reason I felt like we needed some of this
stuff tonight."
Thanks, David, for stopping off and taking your time. I needed the
time alone to relax. I feel so refreshed now.
*end*
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"Honey's Uninvited Guest"
Honey
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