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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 A:
I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the front doorbell
ring.
Must be my mother-in-law. We don't have very many unexpected guests
so who else could it be? I grabbed my thick, terry Victoria's Secret (yes,
they have some things that aren't "sexy") robe and wrapped it around me.
I ran down the stairs and saw through the front door that it wasn't my
mother-in-law. It was a stranger. I thought about pretending I wasn't
home but it was too late...he had already seen me. I went to the door,
unlocked and opened it.
Standing on my porch was a smart looking, ageless (30-ish?) man. He
was taller than I am and seemed muscular under his button-down shirt and
well-fitting Levi's (tm).
"Hi, Honey. I'm here with the XYZ magazine company and I'd like to
show you some of the new and classic selections we are offering. Do you
currently subscribe to any magazines?"
At the time, I didn't even notice his use of my name. That might've
been a clue. I just don't listen when salespeople give their pitches.
"Oh, no thank you. We already subscribe to more magazines than we
read." I answered.
I became conscious of the fact that I was wearing only my bathrobe and
standing just a few feet from this stranger. My husband would be home any
minute now, but still...
"Have a nice day," I said and started to close the door. His foot in
the door stopped me.
"I don't think you want me to leave yet. Why don't you invite me in
so I can write up your order?" he said.
I've seen pushy salepeople but this was almost weird.
"I said, I'm not interested. Please remove your foot from my door and
have a nice day." I said firmly.
He looked straight into my eyes and I felt a tremor run through me.
"I don't think you want a scene in front of your neighbors, Honey, so
I suggest you invite me in," he said.
"No, sir," I said as I opened the door wider. "I will not let you in.
Please wipe your feet and make sure the door latches tight behind you. It
sometimes sticks. Have a nice day."
What did I just say? That didn't make any sense. And why was he
coming into my house? He's acting like I invited...I did! Oh, no. I must
have misspoken.
"I'm sorry, sir, but what I meant to say was, would you like to sit
here on the sofa with me while you write up my order?" I said.
I gasped! That wasn't what I meant to say. I was so embarrassed.
Okay, I guess I should admit it. Something about this man was a real
turn-on. Just looking at him made my pussy wet. Thinking about how close
to naked I was with a strange man made it even more forbidden and exciting.
But putting all that aside, I can't do this. I have to stop. I'm a
happily married woman and I can't screw that up. Besides, David will be
home any minute now. Somehow I guess I was letting my hormones talk
instead of my brain.
The stranger looked at me and smiled. His white teeth flashed at me
in a mesmerizing way. He sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion
beside him. I sat down with him. I couldn't take my eyes off his eyes. I
could feel his body heat radiating from his body. Stop this! I thought to
myself.
"Look, I'm really sorry sir, but you have to leave. I'm not
interested in any magazines, I'm obviously not dressed for company and my
husband will be here any minute now and wouldn't be pleased to find a
strange man alone in the house with his wife. Thank you for your offer and
good-bye." I said.
I couldn't look at him. The desire flowing through my body was too
great - almost uncontrollable. For some reason, I really wanted this guy.
"My name is Paul and I'm glad you've invited me in. I appreciate your
time. You are a valuable customer to me." He said.
Was this guy deaf or ignorant or what? Didn't he hear me tell him to
leave? Doesn't he understand that I'm not buying anything from him?
"I've already filled out the form for you, Honey, so all you have to
do is sign it. That way if your neighbors saw me, you'll have proof of a
reason for my visit." He handed me a small clipboard.
I looked at it. He was right. The whole form was filled out - name,
address, telephone number, credit card number, and the magazine ordered was
marked - "Catholic Digest". There was an X beside the line for credit card
signature. I picked up the pen.
"I don't know how to make this much clearer to you," I said as I
signed my name. "I do not want any magazines and I insist you leave the
house at once before I call the police."
I handed him back the clipboard and gave him a strong, defiant look.
Paul looked back at me softly and said, "What are your unfulfilled
sexual desires? You need something that you're not getting. What is it?"
I was shocked! Was this guy some kind of pervert or something? How
could he ask me that? I hope my husband comes home soon. I've got to get
him out of here - or at least keep him from touching me.
"I happen to have a perfect sex life. My husband, David, is very good
in bed and we enjoy sex freqently - almost daily. We both love each other
and enjoy sharing sexual pleasures with one another. Sex is an important
part of our strong marriage." I said.
Why? Why did I bother telling this weirdo these details? I should
just kick him out.
"I don't think you're telling me the truth, Honey. There's something
more that you want. There's something you think about when you touch
yourself. There's a piece you feel is missing during your sexual
activities. You have to tell me what it is." Paul spoke confidently, as
if he already knew the answer to his question but wanted me to confirm it.
I was about to yell at this guy to get out of my house when a strange
thing happened. I felt my legs part and a tongue touch that tiny area
between my vagina and my asshole. The warm wet tongue slowly slid across
my wet sex-hole, parting the labia as it went, sending shivers through my
body, teasing my clit then pulled away. I was panting and gasping for
breath and trying to get control of myself when I realized I hadn't moved.
My legs were still together and Paul was still sitting a foot from me and
not touching me. It felt so real but I'd imagined the whole thing. Damn
him! He was just trying to get me horny and it worked. He's winning this
dangerous little game.
"I have a pretty good sex life but sometimes David isn't as
adventurous as I'd like and he doesn't like cunnilingus," I told Paul in a
clinical way.
He smiled broadly. He looked like he'd just won a prize. It worked,
I heard a voice in my head say. Oops, gotta switch, I heard and then the
voice was silent. I think I'm losing my sanity. Stop and look around.
What the hell are you doing, Honey? You invited a strange man in your
house and are discussing your sex life with him! Now you're starting to
"hear little voices." Better not tell anyone about this or they'll call
for the men in white coats.
"You said David isn't as adventurous as you'd like. What do you mean
by that? Are there things he won't do that you want to do? Be very
specific, Honey."
"Well, anal sex for example. He heard a priest once say it was wrong
so he's not interested in trying. Says sex is good so why have anal sex.
Then there's just lots of little things. I don't like pain but I'd like to
try bondage. Role playing might be fun. I don't know. Experimenting with
sex toys, perhaps." I was feeling pretty relaxed and started to enjoy our
conversation.
I looked over at Paul and he had a dazed look in his eyes and a silly
grin on his face. I lowered my eyes and saw his hand was rubbing himself
in the pocket of his jeans.
"Get out, now, you weirdo or I'm calling the cops. You have two
choices: you can leave now or kiss me passionately." I said.
"I'll take the second one," he said and he leaned over and pressed his
lips firmly against mine. I felt ripples of pleasure start in the center
of my stomach and spread up and down my body. I felt my pussy become even
wetter and the bare-shaved lips rubbed against one another lightly. I
wiggled a bit to intensify the feeling.
I pulled away and saw my bathrobe had separated and my right leg was
bare to the hip. My legs are one of my best features - shapely and firm.
Paul had followed my glance and put his hand on my calf and slowly
slid it upward. I had just shaved my legs and they were silky smooth. His
hand on my leg sent little shockwaves through me. When his hand reached my
thigh, I "realized" what was happening and I put both of my hands on his
chest and pushed hard. I think it took him a bit by surprise and he broke
his grip on me.
"What do you think you're doing? Get your filthy hands off me!" I
screamed and ran for the door. Paul was quicker than I was and caught me
at the door.
"Don't you get it, Honey? I want you and I'm going to have you."
What was this guy talking about? How could I get away? Clearly he
was stronger than I was but I knew I could outwit him and get away somehow.
Suddenly, a felt a tremendous tickling wave of feeling centered on my
already hot and swollen pussy. I felt a huge orgasm building! I started
to shake and wiggle and my knees felt like Jello (tm). I dropped to the
floor and lay back enjoying this incredible feeling. My hips were bucking
off the ground reaching for nothing and my muscles were tensing and
relaxing repeatedly. My robe had shifted open somewhat exposing a breast
and all of my legs. My eyes were squeezed shut because all of my
concentration was on feeling what was happening to my body. I moaned
loudly and clenched my robe, the carpet - anything I could grab. And it
finally hit me - incredible tickling pleasure zipped through my body as I
screamed my excitement. I slowly came down from this high, enjoying the
little aftershocks on the way down. I was hot and a bit sweaty, my hair
tousled and my robe barely on me. I opened my eyes, realizing the state I
was in and looked up to see him standing there, watching with an amused
look on his face.
"That was quite a show. I have to admit, you were one of the best
I've seen. Do you get it now, Honey? All I have to do is give you a
mental 'push' and my wishes are literally your commands. You have no
choice in this situation. I said I want you and I will have you. You
might as well give up and enjoy it because I'm not going anywhere." Paul
said.
My mind was reeling! This couldn't be happening to me. This man was
a rapist and, I don't know, some sort of a hypnotist or something. I have
to get away from him! Whatever he is, he's obviously a mad man.
I turned from him and ran - all of two steps before he grabbed me. I
struggled with his arms firmly wrapped around me. I screamed and tried to
step on his feet and elbow his stomach but he seemed to anticipate my every
move and avoid it.
"Boy, you are a fiesty one. I sure do like that. Sturggling much
more than I thought you would. But, I don't know why you're bothering.
Ah, well. It's kinda fun this way but I've had enough. If we're going to
get physical, I'd rather we made love, not war. Take off your robe,
Honey." Paul said.
I glared at him. He loosened his grip around me then let go entirely.
His eyes were focused on mine and didn't move. I may be trapped in here,
but I didn't have to voluntarily do anything he said.
I removed my robe and let it drop to the floor. Paul told me to stand
still so he could get a good look at me. He seemed to examine me like I
was some sort of product he was purchasing. He started with what he'd
already seen - my face, looking at my blue-gray eyes intently, running his
fingers through my long dark-blonde hair, tracing my small narrow nose and
outlining my full pink lips. He gripped my shoulders and slid his hands
down my arms. They were thin but pretty firm from working out.
He looked at my bare breasts, exposed for the first time in years to
any man but my husband or doctor. My breasts are small but I am satisfied
with them. The areoles are also small but my nipples react well. My
breasts are round and firm. Somehow, even though I'm satisfied with my
breasts, I've never thought they were particularly attractive. For some
reason, that made this examination even harder. As he was looking, he gave
a low whistle. "Just like I like them - small and firm." He touched the
flesh of my right breast with the tip of his finger. My nipple immediately
hardened into a tight little nub. He laughed, "Not bad. And that was
without a 'push.' I knew you'd enjoy this."
If I was embarrassed about my nakedness, I was even more embarrassed
by my body's betrayal.
Paul put his hands on my sides beside my breasts, feeling my ribcage
under his pressure. He slid his hands down, feeling them dip in at the
waist and slide out again over the hips in a definite hourglass shape
(although not the perfect 36-24-36 proportions).
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"Honey's Uninvited Guest"
Honey
Section A
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