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     I had asked the girls a number of questions before picking up the handset
of the carphone. I speeddialled their home number and a couple of rings later,
a man's voice answered. I was speaking to Amanda's husband and Melissa's
father, Tom Jacobs. I held the phone with my left hand while stroking Melissa's
thigh. Her legs parted to allow me access should I want it.
     "Hello?" he answered.
     "Tom," I said using the voice, "this is your old friend Jack King. How
have you been, buddy?"
     "Why Jack, how long has it been?" he said as if I was one of his business
associates, "How the hell are you?"
     "Oh, I'm doing real fine, Tom old boy," I said as I placed Melissa's hand
over my crotch. She could feel the hard-on under the pants, and rubbed it
slowly. "Look Tom, your ladies are with me this evening. You know how much they
like being with me. This doesn't bother you, does it?"
     "Of course not, Jack. It's good for them to see such a good friend."
     "It pleases me to hear you say that. If anyone asks you where they are,
you'll tell them that they're out for the evening and that they'll be in
tomorrow. I think they're going to stay at my place tonight."
     "Sure thing. Give me a chance to do some stuff around the house this
evening."
     I smiled to myself. I knew what he had in mind. I motioned to Melissa to
undo my belt and pants. I kicked off my shoes.
     "Yeah, about that, Tom. Amanda says that she thinks you're sleeping with
other women, because you two haven't had sex in over a year, and before that,
she couldn't remember the last time until I jogged her memory. What's the
scoop, tiger?" I swapped the phone between hands as I leaned forward so that
Melissa could pull off my blazer.
     "Hell Jack, you know how it is. I love her, but I'm not in love with her.
We both came from wealthy families. It seemed natural. What the hell did we
know, we were so young. Our parents pretty much pushed us into it. After a few
years we realised the truth, but by then we had Melissa. She's the one thing we
both can agree on.
     "So yeah, the long and short of it is that after I get off the horn with
you here, I'm going to call my mistress and she'll come over so that we can
screw each other all night. I'm really looking forward to it."
     "That's pretty much the story Amanda told me. Only for her, she's been
hung up on the fidelity thing. We had a long talk and we both think she'll be
happier if she makes some changes. Melissa agrees, because kids know, you know?
We'll talk about it tomorrow. In the meantime, what's your mistress' name and
phone number?" Melissa straddled my lap and undid the buttons on my shirt. My
free hand stroked her back and ass. Her pussy dripped onto my loosened pants.
She planted kisses on my face and neck. Amanda snuggled over and slid her hand
inside my underwear and stroked my hardness.
     "Her name is Charlene Mason, and her number is 555-3456. That's her
unlisted cel number."
     "Wonderful, Tom. You're feeling pretty sleepy, so you're going to turn in
early without calling her. I'll be bringing the girls home in the early
afternoon tomorrow."
     "Okay partner, I'm bagged. We'll see you all tomorrow. Good night." He
hung up, and I reset the phone and dialled Charlene's number. Melissa had my
shirt off and she was running her hands over my trim body. I placed my hand
over her hot cunt and she gasped, pushing her hips against it. I raised my hips
and Amanda pushed my pants and underwear down around my ankles, releasing my fat
cock to the air. I kicked off the pants, and I had Amanda tug off my socks.
     After a few rings, a voice answered, "Hello?" It sounded as if she was in
a crowd.
     "Hello, Ms. Mason? My name is Jack King and I'm an advisor to Tom Jacobs.
How are you this evening?"
     "Just fine, Mr. King. What can I do for you?" I heard a clatter in the
background.
     "Wow. Pretty noisy where you are."
     "Yes, sorry about that, I'm in a club. Now, what can I do for you?"
     She sounded as if she was used to running the show. She was confident in
her power. Melissa looked down at my cock with a mixture of lust and curiosity.
I was betting this was the first time she had seen an erection in the flesh. Her
hands came down to it shakily, and her fingertips barely touched it. Amanda was
stroking it slowly, up and down.
     I extended the voice. "Charlene, Tom wanted me to talk to you. This is
important, and he wants you to give me some information. I want you to tell the
truth. Do you understand?"
     "Of course, Mr. King. I'm more than happy to co-operate."
     "Are you alone this evening?"
     "Yes, I am. I was having a drink with associates, but they're gone now."
     "What are your plans for this evening?"
     "I'm going to finish off my drink and then head home. I'm expecting a call
from Tom." Melissa wrapped her hand over the head of my cock, which was
beginning to drip from the girls' attention. The teen girl dropped her hips
onto my lap and rubbed the cock on her belly.
     "Just to clarify it for my records: you are his mistress, are you not?"
     "Yes, that is correct." She sounded as if she were talking about an
account balance.
     "How long have you been fucking him?"
     "About six months." I heard the waitress ask her if she wanted another
drink. She said no.
     "Wait a minute, Charlene. Tell the waitress you'll have a double." She
called the girl back and ordered a double bourbon.
     "You were saying, Mr King?" she said, oblivious to my influence.
     "Do you love Tom?"
     "No, of course not. He's a wealthy and powerful man, and I've been using
him to further my career."
     "Do you sleep with other men for the same reason?"
     "Yes. I came to the conclusion early on that I wasn't overly smart, but
I'm very beautiful and have a good body, so I've been sleeping my way up the
ladder."
     "Do you ever get pleasure out of it?"
     "Only that of having power over the man. I only orgasm when I masturbate."
     "You'd like to sleep with the waitress, so make sure you give her that
look, and overtip her. Put your business card inside the folded over bill."
     "Certainly, Mr. King. Here she comes."
     I motioned Amanda to slide over and Melissa moved off my lap. I sat
between the two of them. "Amanda, show your daughter how to suck a cock."
     "I- I don't know how to suck a cock, but I'd really like to suck yours,"
she said, a little distressed. "I could never bring myself to do that for Tom.
He was never gentle about it."
     "That's okay, Amanda. I understand."
     "Mommm! Haven't you ever watched a porno before?!" Melissa piped up
unexpectedly. Amanda shook her head, her eyes wide. The young woman looked at
me brightly.
     "What is it you want to do, little girl? Tell me." She brought her face up
to mine and kissed me with an open mouth.
     "I want to show my Mom how to suck cock," she said lustily. She wrapped
her fingers tight around my shaft, smearing the sticky fluid all over the
sensitive head.
     I pulled her close and kissed her again. "Ask me nicely. Tell me how much
you want to do it."
     "Oh please," she begged in a whisper, "I want to suck your cock, Jack.
I've never done it before, but I want you in my mouth. I want you to know how
much I want you. Please, I want to make you cum. I want to make you feel the
way you make me feel. Please, Jack, please let me suck you off."
     "How about you, Amanda? Do you want to watch your girl suck my cock? Do
you want her to teach you how to please me?" I put my hand between the woman's
easily-parted thighs and stroked her wet cunt.
     "Unnnnmmm," she grunted, "Oh baby! We'll do anything you want. I am so
fucking hot for you, Jack!" She kissed me hard.
     "Well, tell your daughter to suck my cock."
     "Do what Jack tells you to do, Melissa. Suck his cock." It sounded like
she was telling her to clean her room.
     "Both of you can get down there. Melissa you start nice and slow, and let
your Mom try."
     "Yes, Jack." They both scooted down.
     On the phone, I could hear Charlene talking to the waitress: "Why, thank
you. It's Linda, is it? You're very pretty, Linda. This is for you. Give me a
call sometime, why don't you?"
     The waitress sounded like she was sputtering, but didn't sound angry.
     "Well, Charlene?"
     "I think I shocked her," she said, confused.
     "Too bad, but looking at her has made you wet hasn't it? Reach between
your legs to check."
     "Mm, yes it has. How did you know that?" she said dazedly.
     "Charlene, listen closely," I said. "If you had been in love with Tom, I'd
have been happy to let you continue your relationship with him, but you're just
another climber. Sex is for fun, and it shouldn't be used as a weapon,
especially one of deception." Melissa slid her tongue all around the head, and
I placed my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. Her mouth opened and she slid
the fat head past her young, virgin lips. Her eyes fluttered close at the
contact.
     "You do not know Tom Jacobs. You cannot remember him or anything related
to him. You're going to call your office on Monday morning and quit your job.
Your profession is forgotten. In fact, you work for me, Jack King. You are a
faithful and conscientious employee. You trust me completely and will do
anything for me on a moment's notice. Drink your drink and enjoy yourself, but
you are waiting for a call from me. Say yes and hang up if you understand. "
     "Yes," she said flatly, and hung up.
     Melissa's small mouth stretched wide as she slid my cock into her hot
mouth. Amanda's mouth went wide with wonder at her daughter's oral act. I
pushed on the back of Melissa's head until my cock touched the back of her
throat. She gagged a bit and I let her draw back. It was almost too much, this
girl-woman swallowing my meat. She looked too young and innocent to know of
such things, which is probably why young girls turn men on so much. They like
to see that innocence lifted, to be the one to make them a woman. I know I
never tired of it. I held her long dark blonde hair back to better watch that
pretty face bury itself in my crotch. Amanda turned her head to put her lips on
the side of my cock and to lick my balls. I fingered Amanda's pussy and asshole
with my free hand.
     The girls licked up the length of my twitching cock and their lips
met above
it. They tongued each other with passion. Melissa held my cock at its root and
guided her mother's lips to my cockhead. "Suck Jack's cock, Mom. It feels so
good in your mouth." Amanda parted her full lips and fell onto it in one fell
swoop. It hit the back of her throat and she collapsed her mouth hard around
me, making a lewd sucking sound. I gasped and my hips rose off the leather seat.
     Amanda moaned around her stuffed mouth, and looked up at me adoringly. She
had been very lonely with no one to pay attention to her. Melissa was a horny,
frustrated teenager. No wonder their animal cores were so strong. They took
turns taking me in their mouths.
     I was close. The girls could tell. They were frantically jacking and
sucking me. Their faces were slick with moisture, their lipstick smeared.
     "Oh Jack baby," Amanda gasped, "please cum for us. We want you to cum!"
     "Pl-please Jack, I want to make you cum like you way you had my Mom make
me cum!" There were tears in her eyes.
     I gritted my teeth. "Oh god girls, you are so fucking hot! I'm gonna cum.
I want to cum all over your faces. Do it girls, make me cum!" My hips spasmed.
     "Oh god, yes, Jack, yes! Cum for us baby!" Amanda screamed, the tendons
standing out on her hand as she jacked my cock, their expectant faces right in
front of the tip. My cock seized and I saw spots as the first thick spurt hit
Amanda square in the face. They both cried out. Amanda aimed it at Melissa's
face. The girl opened her mouth and took a thick gob in her mouth before
getting one on her cheek and in her hair. Amanda pumped and pumped me sending
spurt after spurt onto their faces and into their mouths. I had not had sex in
a few weeks, and these two nymphs had me under their spell. Slowly, I began to
deflate. They were covered in my thick white cum.
     "Jack, I came when you came. It was so good to bring you off. You've made
me so happy, lover," Amanda said gratefully. Jism dripped down her face and
onto her neck. She still held my cock in her loving hands.
     "Me too, Jack," Melissa squeaked. She leaned over to her mother and licked
some of the cum off with the tip of her tongue. Amanda went, "mmm," and they
proceeded to clean each other, and me, off, with their mouths.
     My eyes cleared, and I picked up the phone again, hitting the redial.
     On the first ring Charlene picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
     "Charlene, it's Mr. King."
     "Oh, Mr. King," she said happily, "I've been waiting for your call. How
are you this evening, sir?"
     "Just fine, Charlene. I appreciate you being available on such short
notice."
     "It's no problem, sir. I'm always ready to pitch in to get the job done.
You know that."
     "Yes, Charlene, I do. Do you know a Tom Jacobs, Charlene?"
     "No... it doesn't ring a bell. Should I know him, sir?"
     "Oh wait, no you wouldn't, that was another department I was thinking
about. Sorry about that, Charlene."
     "No problem, sir. It happens to all of us."
     "I'd like you to do me a favour. Gather up all your things and head home.
I'm going to come over later and discuss some business with you. When you get
home, you will take off all your clothes and jewelry and shave your cunt bare.
You can read a book or watch TV, but you may not call anyone. Do not answer the
phone in your home. Give me your address." She did and I wrote it down on a pad
from my coat pocket. She gave me directions and how to buzz her from the gate.
Her phone would ring twice quickly when I did, and I gave her permission to
answer that call.
     "That's fine, Charlene. You feel sexually aroused and are having a hard
time hiding it. Walk past Linda on your way out and rub her ass. We'll see you
later."
     "That will be just fine, sir. I'll see you later this evening." She hung
up, and so did I.

     The girls were ready to start with me again, but I asked them to wait
awhile. Melissa scooted over me and I slid back into the driver's seat. Amanda
hugged Melissa close to her, their breasts flat against each other's body. They
kissed passionately. Their hands played with each other's wet cunt.
     I started the car and circled the car out of the parkade onto the lit city
streets. The green glow of the dashlights made an erotic scene with the girls
doing each other. I flipped on the radio to a jazz station and some slow cool
surrounded us in the cabin. We drove around for awhile, cruising the streets. I
looked around at the nightlife, the people on their way out to party. If they
could see what was inside here, behind the tinted glass, they might be jealous,
offended, or curious, but they wouldn't turn away, that I knew. If they did see,
I could make them forget, or I could involve them if it suited me. I wasn't
looking for trouble, though. I never did. I looked over at the girls. They had
broken their clinch and were absent-mindedly caressing each other as they
looked out the windows, enjoying the sights as much as I was.
     The act of influencing a mind, getting under the layers of psyche was not
what many people thought mind control was. I did not push away a person's free
will and replace it with my own, not if I wanted their experience to be
positive. By using the voice, I first put them into a suggestive state, much
like hypnosis, but it went far deeper than that. I was able to touch their
innermost layers of instinct and desire, the primal state. That core part of
ourselves has no morals. It simply desires sensation and experience.
     Amanda and Melissa had had their societal conditioning stripped away. They
were free to experience without the hindrance of morality and guilt. If I wanted
it, they could stay this way the rest of their lives. They would still live
normally, being productive and responsible citizens, but they would always
associate sexual release and fulfilment with me. They would be open to just
enjoying themselves. If it felt good, they could do it.
     Right now, that conditioning was tenuous, and would be for many weeks. It
would need constant reinforcement from my special ability.
     Amanda looked over at me and smiled gently. I winked at her. She dropped
her eyes like a shy schoolgirl. She switched places with Melissa and snuggled
into my side, putting her head on my shoulder. She put her hand on my thigh and
stroked it gently.
     "I- I know what you're doing to us, Jack," she said softly to me, not
wanting Melissa to hear her over the music. "I'm scared."
     Wow. She really did have a strong mind.
     "I've never hurt anyone in my life, Amanda. I'm not going to harm you or
your daughter."
     "No, Jack. I'm scared, because- because I'm enjoying it. I've never
enjoyed sex. Not with a man. Not with myself. And I'm scared because I think
you're going to change our lives forever. You're not much into lies are you?"
     "No. Hypocrisy, cheating, manipulating for gain. You don't need a
suggestive voice to do that, but people do every day. No one can lie to me,
Amanda. It took me a long time to grow up and realise the responsibility of
what I do. Sometimes I play games like this, but if the person is really
distressed by what I do, and I can tell when they are, I let them go."
     She was silent for a moment. "Use that voice to help me and Melissa. We've
had a pretty dysfunctional family for a few years and we've built some walls."
     "Okay, we'll keep playing our game. If you want to change yourself, you
can. I can keep your mind open."
     "I've never been so turned on in all my life," she said with a gasp.
Without my voice helping her she lay down and took my cock in her mouth. She
sucked it lovingly and lustily while Melissa played with her exposed pussy. She
popped me out of her mouth momentarily, and said, "Tell me we'll have sex later.
I mean-"
     "I know what you mean," I replied using the voice.
     She beamed a lewd smile at me and took my hardening cock back into her
mouth. Her long blonde hair swished across my thighs. She raised her upper leg
and braced it on the seat so Melissa could touch her more easily.
     Amanda wasn't interested in bringing me off. She was just enjoying the
sensual pleasure of sucking a cock. She licked and played and explored,
enjoying her new freedom.
     I took the bridge across the bay to the exclusive neighbourhood that
Charlene's address indicated she lived in. I wound my way up the steep hills,
and finally we reached the small cul-de-sac street. It was a large high-rise
apartment building. From up here on the hill, the view must have been stunning
of the city and the bay. I buzzed Charlene's apartment at the keycard gate. She
was so happy that I was finally here. She buzzed us in and the high chainlink
gate slid back on its wheels. I parked the Caddy in the ample guest parking.
     I quickly pulled on my clothes, after disengaging the attentive Amanda,
then got out and walked to the trunk of the car. I rooted through the girls'
packages and found some very nice things. I pulled them out and closed the
trunk, and rejoined them in the car.
     For Amanda I had chosen a stunning black velour cocktail dress. It was a
shoulderless affair and came down to mid-thigh. Just perfect. Of course, she
had bought matching black garter belts, hose, and heels. She had bought
underwear too, but it seemed unneeded. Melissa had bought herself a biker-style
black leather jacket, complete with chromed fittings. That would do as a top. I
gave her Amanda's sheer lacy black panties to wear as bottoms, and the extra
black garter belt and hose. Thankfully, she had bought black evening heels as
well. Where we were going tonight, it was completely appropriate dress. They
pulled themselves together, and we got out of the car. They both took an arm
while walked across the lot to the building.
     Amanda looked elegant, even if she had been having vigorous sex a while
ago. She smelled of cum. The dress moved sensually over her curves, the light
playing off her form. Melissa looked like, well, she looked like a fuck toy.
The coat was oversized, but tapered at the waist, accentuating her blossoming
figure. Her pert ass wiggled against my hip. God, I wanted to take her right
there on the asphalt.
     The doorman saw us approaching. He took one look at Melissa and his jaw
dropped.
     "Uh oh, Jack," Amanda said nervously, hugging my arm tighter. I just
smiled at her.
     We got to the door and he almost said something before thinking better of
it. After all, we were invited guests.
     "Good evening," he said professionally.
     "Good evening... Hal is it?" I said reading his nametag. "Hal, you never
saw us come in, and you won't see us go out. We don't exist to you. Open the
inside door and then go have a coffee." He went kind of blank as he looked out
the door he had been holding open. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Huh?
Coulda sworn I saw somebod- ah, yer goin' nuts, Hal. Coffee. Could use another
cup of coffee." We watched him cross the foyer to his desk, as we headed for
the inside door hurriedly. He sat down and reached under the lip of the desk
and pressed the release button. The door buzzed and I held it open for the
laughing girls. Hal pulled a thermos from his bottom desk drawer.
     "Oh... my... God..." squealed Amanda, astonished, "Do you do that all the
time?"
     "Sure. It's a good thing I don't want to take over the world," I smiled
evilly. We came up to the elevators and Melissa pressed the button.
     "Melissa's pretty quiet," Amanda said, observing her daughter.
     "It goes that way sometimes. People want to stay in that warm trance.
She's also young, and is probably caught up in the new sensations. She'll be
okay. You and me, we're both a little older, more mature. It makes a difference
in how we perceive reality and fantasy. She's not so far from being a child that
she has forgotten how to get caught up in her world."
     "I like knowing what's happening."
     "And she likes being swallowed by the erotic. The experience depends on
you."
     "Mmm," she said running her hands up my chest and hooking her hands behind
my neck. "It does bother me a bit having sex with my child, and a woman, and a
man who isn't my husband."
     "I know.They're some of the taboos in our culture. Remember, though," I
said, turning on the voice, "that I told you that you like to have sex with
young boys and girls. I'll bet Melissa has some hot boy and girl friends for
you to play with."
     "Of course she does, you animal," she chuckled before kissing me with
feeling. The elevator dinged open and Melissa walked to the back before turning
around and striking a sexy pose against the back wall. She looked up at me under
her eyelashes. My eyes narrowed and the corner of my mouth crooked upwards. I
walked up to her and placed my hand inside her panties. She moaned and said-
     "Fuck me. Fuck me right here, Jack. I want you to take my cherry. I want
you to be my first."
     Amanda stood beside us and the door closed. We began to ascend. "Don't you
want to have sex with your boyfriend?" I asked her. Her ass clenched against my
hand.
     "No way. I only wanted to sleep with him to keep him. He's very popular,
and you have to do that to stay cool, so that he won't go out with another girl
and dump me. I'd be unpopular."
     "Nothing like peer pressure," Amanda said knowingly.
     "So why do you want me to be your first? You know what I'm doing to you.
If you didn't, you do now. I have a special power. It's in my voice. You can
speak freely, with your own will," I said.
     Melissa smiled. "Oh wow, like I expected this today." She looked a bit
nervous, but she steeled herself. "No one has ever taken the time to find out
who I was. I'm just pretty and popular. I've always been that way. I can feel
you inside my head. Touching stuff I didn't even know was there. And-" She
paused, swallowing hard, her gaze not wavering from mine for a moment.
     "And?" I replied.
     "And I might call you a creep and a pervert for doing what you've done to
me and my Mom tonight, except that- that your hand- your hand- in my- oh!" She
threw her arms around my neck and kissed me wildly. I withdrew my hand and she
jumped up wrapping her slim legs around my hips. I held her up by her ass.
"Fuck, am I having fun!" she breathed, kissing my face. "So, Jack will you?"
     "Will I what?" I said smirking at her.
     "You big tease!" she said, and then her voice got soft, "make love to me.
Make me a woman, Jack."
     "You're already on your way to being a woman, but it takes more than sex
to be an adult."
     "Jack!" she said, beating on my chest, but pushing her crotch against mine.
     "Okay, okay! If you're going to beg, I guess I'll have to."
     "Mommm!" she squealed, "Tell him to stop being such a jerk!"
     "Jack, stop being such a jerk and tell her you'll screw her brains out
properly. I want her to have what I never had. I don't want her to make the
same mistakes I did. She should know about this side of the world before she's
out there on her own," Amanda said semi-seriously.
     "Okay, Melissa, but remember this: you have to share me with your mother,
and other ladies. It won't do you any good to fall in love with me. We're going
to have our fun, but eventually your life will be yours to live, on your own.
Knowing that you're a teenager, you'll probably forget."
     "I won't forget," she said confidently.
     "What makes you so sure?" I said cocking an eyebrow at her.
     "Because you told me. Hey, could you help me memorise my math?"
     "Melissa!" Amanda said, half-annoyed. I shook my head and then we laughed.
The elevator door swooshed open, and Melissa slid off me, somewhat gracefully.
     "Okay, girls," I said as we walked down the hallway, "I'm going to take a
chance on you and not hold you so deeply, but you'll remain open to my voice.
I've got some business to take care of with Tom's ex-mistress. It's going to be
a bit out there for your experiences I'm sure, but we'll have fun. Just follow
my lead. If you feel uncomfortable, relax. I'll guide you through it."
     They both smiled and took my arms. They were becoming bookends.
     "I've never met her," Amanda said, "Tom and I kept pretty separate lives
when we weren't at home."
     "Feel any anger towards her?" I asked.
     "No. Not at all. Tom and I are good friends. We raised Melissa together.
That still counts. Anything else, well, that was between Tom and me, and we
should have done something about it long ago. He found somebody, I didn't. That
won't be a problem in the future," she said squeezing my arm.
     "Good. Because you're about to see the darker side of the voice. It can be
used to set someone free, or it can helplessly enslave them."

more to come...


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