Seducing Trance
Chapter One - Sensual Transformation
The two unsuspecting girls ventured into the house. They
sought votes for some obscure politician, flyers in hand. Both
teenagers behaved properly with innocent, vote-winning smiles
looking attractive and well proportioned in their clean cut dresses
and blouses. Shortly they would become wanton, sexual playthings,
willingly offering their luscious naked bodies.
Much to Michelle's surprise, Sherri, her partner, began
fumbling over her words while staring deep into the dazzling,
magnetic eyes of the older man who answered the door. Sherri tried
looking away from the man's intense gaze, but he held her
attention, fixing her complete focus on his dominating eyes. His
soothing hypnotic "voice" and irresistable "look" captured Sherri
in a mind numbing trance. Soon he would transform both girls into
carnally aroused nymphomaniacs obeying his every lustful command.
"Hello. I'm Mr. Wellington. Sherri, that's a very pretty
name. I'm very glad that you and your friend stopped over. You
see, I'm interested in you and your friend. I want you to relax,
feel right at home. Concentrate on what you feel and let yourself
go. Feel free to let down your hair and let me know what's on your
mind. Show me what you want."
Sherri became quiet, her compliant eyes forced to look at Mr.
Wellington. Michelle herself could scarcely keep from falling into
a total daze. She kept blinking her eyes and shaking her head to
keep from losing complete control of herself. But Sherri's whole
body soon melted, swooning under Mr. Wellington's irresistable
masculine charm.
"Well thanks, Mister. I think we better be going. Sherri.
Sherri. Come on." Michelle urged, almost pleaded. Something told
her that they had better get out there and quickly.
But Sherri stood helplessly in front of Mr. Wellington at his
total mercy completely deaf to Michelle's urgings. Instead
Sherri's hands fell to her sides campaign flyers scattering to the
floor. Her eyes became blank. Her whole vulnerable body seemed to
open up to him, available to be ravished by him.
"Yes Sherri, look at me. That's right. Just open your mind
and body to me, don't fight it." Sherri's mouth opened trying to
mouth words that remained silent. "No...no...Sherri, don't resist,
just tune into the warm, pleasurable feelings. They feel good,
sooo good don't they." Her eyes softened as waves of sensual bliss
swept over the helpless girl. Her luscious mouth remained parted
with a soft breath of indulgent warm feeling. "Don't think, just
feel. Let yourself go. No inhibitions. Just do what comes
naturally and sexually to you. Just open yourself up completely to
your private intimate feelings. Good. Very good. You're
beginning to feel erotic desire and sensual lust." Sherri's head
fell backwards, her eyes glazed with an inner esctasy, her delicate
hands rising up and feeling her upper torso with soft massages.
Small moans of pleasure issued forth from her mouth, panting, and
heavy breathing. "It's so easy isn't it Sherri, if you just give
in. You want more don't you. You want to show me, show me how
much you want it. You feel wild and daring. You're feeling good
and sexy. You're getting wet and hot, real hot Sherri. Yes you
want to take it off because you're so hot, take it all off, Sherri.
Expose and bare yourself to me." Mr. Wellington's penetrating and
entrancing commands controlled Sherri completely. He had her under
his spell.
Sherri's hands became more fluid, her body swayed in a
sensual, suggestive movement. Mr. Wellington had her feeling her
lovely curves up and down her body, deep within her thighs, rubbing
and humping with abandoned delight. Her head shook with pleasure.
Low, sexy moans of erotic release exploded from her lungs.
Michelle found it impossible not to watch Sherri's lewd display
that seemed to stir hot flashes of desire within her. No matter
how much Michelle tried to ignore the deep penetrating stimulating
urges, she couldn't close her eyes or avoid feeling her body loosen
up and wild seductive thoughts beckon her submission.
Wellington continued his mastery over Sherri, his strong deep
voice mesmerizing both girls, bringing them both under his
influence, controlling their beautiful sinuous bodies and
corrupting their pure, innocent souls. "Yes Sherri you are doing
very well. Yes, play with yourself. Let me see more of your naked
skin. Take it off. Yes you want to do it. You are so hot and
ready. Wet and wild. Finger yourself. Fuck for me, Sherri.
Let's see you strip. Striptease for Michelle here. Get her ready
for me. Prepare her. Make her want you and me. You want to make
it with Michelle. Feel how moist you are Sherri. Can't you
imagine how Michelle's tongue is going to feel in your sweet pussy.
Yes that's it, feel her soft wet tongue licking your lips. Up and
down, slowly, flicking fast. Imagine how good and delicious a nice
cock would taste."
Michelle couldn't believe it. Sherri's hips moved daringly
and sensually humping side to side, her head whipping abandonly
back and forth, her eyes wild with lust. One hand had her dress up
above her black silk panties as Sherri twisted in provocative
enticing positions. Her tongue darted out hungry and urgent. Her
whole torso moved boldly and daringly luring Michelle's suggestible
mind. Her hips humped beckoning as her right hand rubbed her
panties with orgasmic intensity. Sherri's breathing pounded
rhythmically with heat. Sherri kicked off her shoes, briefly
exposing all of her long sleek legs while she released them from
the nylons which had bound her. Her bosom and cleavage were
revealingly bared as she leaned over to peel off her panties as she
rose up with the hem of her dress to expose her glistening pussy,
one fingering her cunt lips, her other hand feeling her breasts
under her bra. Sherri closed her eyes, her mouth pouting in
gorgeous delirium, her head shaking with irresistable frothing
passion.
"Call me Master, Sherri. What do you feel? Tell Michelle
what you want. Show Michelle what you want." Mr. Wellington's
strong voice vibrated soothingly in Michelle's ears.
"Oh fuck, Michelle. Oh yes...yes... if feels so good. I love
it, Master. Master you make me feel so wonderful. Oh Michelle, I
need to you to fuck me. Watch me, Michelle."
Michelle found that she couldn't focus on anything else but
the delirious, fascinating obscene, spectacle being performed
before her. Sherri had unzipped Mr. Wellington's pants and had
removed them while she continued to rub his prick into hardness
using her soft strong fingers and her steamy pussy. Michelle felt
herself become dizzy with glee and disoriented as her whole body
vibrated with a deep, penetrating, and presuasive tintillating,
enticing beat falling into a deep unconscious spell.
* * * *
When Michelle came to, she couldn't believe her eyes. There
before her as Michelle sat in a loveseat was Sherri dressed in a
skimpy black corset with obvious intentions. A V-neck lace front
barely hid her nipples while her leggy garters and nylons failed to
hide Sherri's precious naked thighs and beautifully exposed ass
cheeks, only a black G-string covering her private dense delta
bush. Sherri's face glowed with inflamed passion and red hot
lustful desire as Sherri modeled and posed lewdly for Mr.
Wellington and several other distinguished guests around the
oversized bedroom, bedour. Sherri was wild, bewitching as she
eased off her nylons teasingly, all the time beckoning the men and
women on. Sherri was untamed, losing her inhibitions, boldly
feeling up her audience, licking ears, wrapping her legs around
hunky bodies, humping, and rubbing her nipples against the apparent
masters. She peeled off her corset straps, laying bare her
shoulders and perfect mounds of soft breasts. Sherri laughed and
moaned in abandon as lips sucked at her aeroles, her fingers
digging in men's crotches and fingering women's cunt lips.
Something awful had happened to Sherri. Mr. Wellington had
somehow enslaved and brainwashed her friend into becoming whore, a
harlot. But now Sherri, the hooker, had stopped. The audience
quieted as a soft whisper of slow, sensual music pulsed in the
background, lights dimmed, and Sherri's seductive eyes focussed
upon Michelle, her hands making urgent motions around her
completely exposed torso. Michelle knew that other eyes were now
poised upon the two young girls. A sudden fear spread through her
helpless body, paralyzing her thoughts and ability to resist the
onslaught of passion and hot lust excitement that seemed to pour
into her bloodstream and tingle her entire body. Then far in the
distance, yet deep in her own brain, Michelle heard the deep,
commanding voice of Mr. Wellington.
"My honored guests and friends, see how easily Sherri has
adjusted to her new found primal animal passions. Now the real fun
starts as her friend also begins to accept the forbidden fruit of
erotic desire. Look at how timid Michelle is frozen into passive
embarrassment. But watch her as I lure and compell her to open up
and blossom to become another of our lucious, willing, vivacious
young nymphomaniacs.
"Michelle, look at me. Look into my eyes Michelle. You are
confused, Michelle, about not wanting to obey me. You do not want
to resist me. In fact, Michelle, you desire to look at me. You
want to look at me. It feels good to look at me, Michelle. That's
right. Good. Look into my eyes. You feel a boiling sexual
esctasy which you desire and long for. You feel a need to abandon
yourself to the wantonness of exposing yourself, stripping off your
flimsy clothes and displaying your entire naked beauty to us all.
You are beginning to crave to fuck and lick Sherri's entire
gorgeous body.
"You are already feeling the urge, the need. Look at me.
Look at me Michelle. You want to look and gaze into my eyes. It
feels good and natural to focus your mind upon me Michelle. Yes
that's it. You are doing wonderfully. You have beautiful eyes and
you want me to see them. Stare deeply into my eyes, Michelle."
Michelle tried to resist, but Mr. Wellington's persuasive, soothing
voice beckoned her compliance, as Michelle's eyes slowly gazed into
the power of his eyes. She felt herself lost in those dark pupils,
her head spinning, her will weakening. She would do almost
anything for him, Michelle thought dully, her torpor mental
possesses becoming puddy in his presence, to mold and to shape as
he desired. "Now look at Sherri. You won't be able to take your
eyes off of her. She excites you. You want her, to take her. She
makes you hot, hot and lusty."
Slowly, beyond her control, Michelle's eyes moved leadenly
from Mr. Wellington's over towards the now beautifully seductive
girl performing in front of her. Michelle could not resist and
could only witness helplessly the debauchery that her eyes revealed
to her as she took in the whole entrancing performance of Sherri's
beckoning body. Before Michelle, Sherri posed barely covered only
in a black inviting G-string, covering only her pubic hair. Her
full, nicely shaped breasts stood firm and pliable. Sherri's
masterful hands hypnotically moved with graceful tantilizing
entrancement across naked skin, rubbing erotically, carefully over
the thinly sparse cloth scarcely protecting a wet, moist, waiting
vigina. Sherri's fingers slowly, seductively felt herself up, her
body movements suggestive as her hips swayed to and fro, up and
down as if humping a some juicy cock. She grabbed her nipples and
massaged them softly, circling in hypnotic circles, licking her
fingers, teasingly making a wet trail down between her heaving
chest and then rolling her hips as her fingers dabbed further into
her moist darkened G-string, her mouth pouting and panting in lust
and desire. She could see her delicate outlines of her fingers
urgently working up a dark, wet lather in her dark interior.
Michelle only now numbly realized that someone had stripped
her naked and dressed her in her revealing scandalous outfit that
she now wore. A black lace teddy failed to hide her long bare
legs, highlighting her nakedness up to her thighs and hips,
supporting her ripe melons which stood up tightly with a scoop neck
held up delicately by thin shoulder straps and the micro layer of
lace and fabric that fitted perfectly over her hardened nipples.
"Yes Michelle you feel warm. You are getting hotter and it
feels so good. Don't resist Michelle. Just let yourself go.
Sherri looks so good. She makes you feel hot. You're getting
turned on aren't you Michelle. Yes. Feel it. Your whole body is
aroused. Relax and feel the hunger taking over."
Michelle tried with futility to resist Mr. Wellington's
dominating, insinuating, and devastating control over her thoughts
and feelings. But try as she might, a voyeuristic thrill passed
through her body as her eyes gazed longingly at the pornographic
gryations of her best friend. Michelle could feel Mr. Wellington's
lewd and compelling suggestions take over her body and soul. She
tried to keep her legs together to put out the fire that was
incessantly burning inside her, her arms folded across her chest to
weakly ward off Mr. Wellington's commands to give in, to strip, and
to fuck uninhibitedly and wildly.
Little by little, Michelle's defenses melted as Sherri's
provocative dance took its toll. Sherri stood before her now, her
hands playing sensuously over her own body, up and down, flinging
her hair, then humping as she lay backwards, one hand deeply
feeling cunt lips through her G-string. Michelle found it
impossible not to get turned on by the succulent sexual electricity
that Sherri's masterbation shot through Michelle's body. Michelle
stared in rapt fascination forgetting about the strange men and
women intensely enjoying and getting off on the seduction and
corruption of young female innocence. Unconsciously, Michelle's
fingers dug deeper into her breasts, feeling the sinful pleasure of
erotic heat, that spread down deep into her barely teddy, snap
crotch covered cunt. Slowly, Michelle sank deeper and deeper with
Sherri's rhythmic massaging stimulating hand and pelvic movements,
as Michelle began to pant quietly and to move her hands in small
motions across her body and legs in time to Sherri's decadent
thrusts.
Sherri finally peeled off her skimpy G-string to reveal her
glistening cunt lips, spread apart by her fingers, eager for
invading orgasmic explosion which Sherri was soon to ignite in
Michelle. Sherri drew near to the mesmerized sitting female figure
whose eyes were becoming lost in dreamy lustful desire. Even
though she didn't know it, Michelle was caught, no longer did she
have conscious control over her body or sensations. Michelle sat
helplessly as Sherri pushed Michelle's legs apart as she knealed
down in front of her. Michelle tried to protest but Mr.
Wellington's commanding thoughts of submission and subservience
reduced her to a slave and hungry for sexual pleasures. Sherri's
hot fingers carved out a passionate trail up her naked legs of
stimulating, erotically addictive sensations seeping into
Michelle's seething body.
Michelle closed her eyes trying to blank out the lewd thoughts
and sensations that were converging upon her. Nevertheless she
could feel the wonderful urges and the soft stimulating fingers
linger up her smooth, bare legs, up her calves, up her thighs. Her
leg muscles were useless, twitching with unconscious delight with
each intimate probe of Sherri's fingers. Michelle's head fell back
and her own hands groped for her chest as Mr. Wellington's
persuasive soothing and indoctrinating images and tintillating
suggestions took hold and began to bring Michelle under his
complete control.
"That's right Michelle, just feel the delicious, beautiful
sensations warming up your body. You feel good, real good. You
desire and want more. Yes, just let Sherri feel you up. You want
her to. Her fingers feel nice on your legs, don't they. Her
tongue is wet and moist, just like your pussy." Michelle
involuntarily raised her ass as Sherri's ripe mouth tongued itself
up her inner thigh in lacivious licking motions. A small moan of
pleasure escaped her mouth as her head rocked back and forth in
abandoned esctasy. More and more her moans grew louder and louder
as her body was wracked by a sexual awakening and began to response
vivaciously to Sherri's erotic massages and foreplay. "Excellent
Michelle, you are doing just fine. Soon you will accept full
sexual liberation as Sherri strips you and fucks you and fucks you
until you scream and plead to come."
Michelle was helpless while Sherri unsnapped her crotch and
slowly lifted her sheer black teddy up off her cunt and belly and
over her breasts all the while wildly lashing out her tongue over
her body. Her hands and legs groped around Sherri's body, locking
her vibrant body next to her's. Finally, Michelle's teddy came off
and Sherri pulled her off the love seat to the floor while she made
gentle and violent love to her. Michelle's fingers dug deeper into
Sherri's lush body holding her head while she licked and lashed
into Michelle's private, intimate domain of delights. Michelle
tore off Sherri's g-string and fingered and played with her cunt
lips. She was beyond caring, restraint, she was a wild,
nymphomaniac, she loved it, craved for the obscene pleasures that
rippled and crackled through her. Suddenly Michelle was on her
back, her body was humping her ass heaving upwards towards Sherri's
flicking tongue, her legs squeezing with a frenzy around Sherri's
head. Michelle's head was shaking on the floor, her eyes glazed
with hot urgent lust, her mouth opened panted out loud moans.
"Oh Sherri, that feels wonderful. Oh fuck...oh fuck. Oh yes,
that's it. Eat me. Eat my wet, juicy cunt." Her hands pushed
Sherri's head further while Sherri's hands continued their assault
on Michelles ripened breasts. Wet squishy slapping pounded as the
two girls fucked each other off, humping wildly with abandon,
caught in the lust carnival of carnal satisfaction as the
prostitute cult of white slavers observed in contented
accomplishment. Mr. Wellington glowed with confidence remarking,
"and now my friends, we shall begin our conversion of all the
attractive and sexy females in the town to our den of subservient
nymphomaniacs." Mr. Wellington turned just in time to see the
orgasmic cataclysm of the two young sweating nude females wrapped
around each other screaming out their fevered frenzied cries of
climaxes. Chapter Two - The Opening Up of Laura
"Oh master honey, that's so fine," Michelle cooed as Jerry
Wellington played with his new converts. He admired the hot
fuschia stretch lace body thong with an almost-bare back that
failed to hide any of Michelle's and Sherri's private attributes.
Their prominent tight asses were bare to see, while their hips and
thighs lay naked to his touch with the french cut of the body
thong. Their slender waists and sensual curvature and swell of
breasts highlighted their luscious feminine frames. Michelle eyes
glowed with induced and entranced affection and Sherri slowly and
intensely sucked his penis. Both girls were fully completely and
deeply under his magnetic hypnotic influence. They obeyed anything
he fantasized and desired. In just a few days, both Michelle and
Sherri became valuable callgirls servicing his associates,
stripping, sucking, and fucking his friends wildly, with an
abandoned vigor and daring zestfulness. And in a very short time,
he had both girls helping to indoctrinate and bring other sweet,
innocent girls into his sexual den of pleasure and debauchery. Mr.
Wellington was especially interested in a friend of Michelle's and
Sherri's that they had mentioned - Laura. She sounded like a real
looker. He went to work getting both girls prepped to bring Laura
under his diabolical power.
Several days later, Michelle and Sherri convinced Laura to
meet Mr. Wellington. She was a beautiful, innocent shy girl. She
wore nerdy glasses with her hair all bundled up. Laura was the
classic bookworm. The only way Michelle and Laura could get her to
see Jerry was by convincing her that Jerry was a genius who could
help her on the next science fair project coming up at school.
Laura was really embarrassed. She wanted to run and hide from
these friends. The way they were dressed shocked her. Michelle
was wearing this short slinky dress made of sleek black silk with
a low back reaching naked almost down to her slim waist and tiniest
crossed spaghetti straps. Her high hem hid no secrets about her
gorgeous bare thighs. And Sherri wore this body baring black body
stocking with daring cut-outs on one side which revealed her bare
skin along her thighs and hips, and waist, cut low in front to
reveal plenty of her deep cleavage. Both girls were so brazen that
she couldn't even look at them without blushing. Laura was shocked
because only a few days ago, they were so demure, but now something
really strange and bizarre must of have occurred for them to act so
differently. The way they moved so provocatively and enticingly
made Laura shutter with horror. Their hips swayed and their
prominent breasts bounced with a flair of energy and suggestion.
Laura cursed herself for agreeing to meet this James or Jerry
or whoever. She was smart enough to think up a science fair
project by herself. But her friends threatened to hound her until
she gave in. Laura wore a conservative, cotton 2-button jacket in
royal blue with modest matching elastic waist skirt. She had on an
elegant white blouse that didn't reveal too much. She felt safe.
Her feminine white high heels made her feel tall and secure.
"Laura, let me introduce you to Jerry." Michelle spoke in
awe, her voice low and husky. The mysterious man met them just
inside his mansion-like house. Laura held her breath. Tension
coursed through her. She steeled herself for an uncomfortable
experience. But as she glanced at the man, her mind went numb, a
dizzying sensation seized control of her. She found that she
couldn't look away. His gaze captured her's. Her reluctance to
meet Jeery faded as he made her look at him, sucking up her will.
He made Laura forget her earlier reservations. His irresistable
hypnotic commands demanded her obediance. She found herself
staring unavoidably at this gentlemen in front of her, little
knowing that in moments he would have her performing in ways she
never even dared dream of. She wanted to pull away, especially
because of the way he dressed. He was strikingly handsome and
attractive. He only wore a revealing, silky kimono tied at the
waist, his bare thighs appearing firm and muscular. His piercing
blue eyes fixed upon her's holding her gaze until her head started
spinning. Her own thoughts became lost in a nether world. She
stood helplessly with her mouth open. Her conscious control of her
body evaporated. In its place, a delicious warm feeling came over
her. Her senses came alive, tingling feelings that she had never
known. Seductive, misty images of her practically nude body
standing in passionate lust before Jerry entered her mind,
stimulating her, arousing her. Laura shook her head to bring back
her own thoughts and restraint over the passionate desires that
arose out of no where. But now she felt more helpless and afraid
than ever.
"I'm very glad to meet you, Laura. Michelle and Sherri have
told me so much about you. Please come in and make yourself at
home." He reached out and led her by the hand inside. The
physical contact with his hand electrified her entire body with a
mind-thrilling sensation. His movements were primal like an animal
stocking his prey. His sleek body drew her towards him. She
wanted to run, but his compelling power made her ignore her basic
fear, and melted her rational thought away. Her breathing grew
rapid, her pulse raced. She couldn't make herself obey her own
mind. Where had her friends gone? Suddenly she found herself
sitting on a loveseat while Jerry handed her a wine glass. "Here
is some of my finest wine. I'm sure you'll find it delicious.
It's from my own special stock in my cellar. It has such a
beautiful and sensual fragrance that I'm sure that you'll want more
of it, much more" His smooth voice seduced her into a state of
receptive repose, accepting of any arousing thought he cared to put
into her mind, getting her under his sexual control, completely
exposing her to his influence over her, making her hot and sexy,
loose and uninhibited.
New images formed in her mind as Jerry projected lewd and
wonderous sinful thoughts into Laura's mind. She was held spell-
bound as dreamlike images of her naked body laying on a floor
writhing in sheer delight, shimmering and glistening in urgent
need, groaning in lustful pleasure as loving fingers and lips
caressed all parts of her body. "Oh yes...Jerry. I'm so hot.
More. Fuck me more. Put your big cock into me..." He continued as
he created more and more heated desire in her.
He made her involuntarily raise her glass to her lips and sip,
all the while making her stare longingly into his handsome face and
compelling, irresistable eyes, making her body feel his heat.
Without realizing it she drank more of the wine. It tasted
esquisite making her more thirsty and hungry, hungry for a new more
passionate sampling of Jerry's unique male attributes that were
silently being offer to her in her mind. A spark ignited somewhere
inside her fanning hot desire and urgent need inside her. Her
inviting body began pulsating with a vibrant, throbbing pleasure as
she sank more deeply, compliantly into the soft comforting
cushions. Laura tried to remember why she was here. She couldn't
seem to recollect what had brought her to Jerry's. But she felt
wonderful. In fact, to her surprise she felt horny and hot. She
tucked her legs under herself on the loveseat trying to relieve
some of the sexual tension that was boiling inside her as her
attention was drawn to this gorgeous hunk of man in sitting
opposite her. What was she supposed to be afraid of? She felt
safe and unihibited here, she could let go and do anything she
wanted. She could be brash and bold, daring. She could show off.
Laura got real turned on. She wanted to take it off, take it all
off. She wondered what it would feel like, his strong hands
roaming freely over her body, his muscular prick inside her mouth
and thrusting daggerlike inside her cunt. Laura tried to shrug off
these tantalizing, addictive, lewd thoughts even while she felt
herself getting lustful, wetter, and juicier.
When she was through drinking, Jerry rose and came over taking
her glass from her hand. Laura gazed up adoringly at the musky
male dominating figure towering over her.
"You are so beautiful Laura. Look at me. Yes. You are soft
and radiant, lucious and attractive. You have a deep hidden,
desire, a strong need to love. Yes, your mind and body hungers.
Let go. Trust me. That's it, you are listening well. Good. Open
yourself up to me, open your entire body up to me, expose your
urgent passion to me," Jerry's voice compelled Laura's complete
attention and rapt obediance as her head fell back, her hair
flowing freely, her body opening up before him.
Jerry's free hand wandered over her delicate face tracing his
strong confident fingers over her delicate chin and cheeks. Before
she could stop him, he had taken her glasses. She found herself
powerless to refuse him. Where would all this stop she wondered?
Her eyes were irresistably drawn magnetically into his. Then it
seemed as if time had darted by for she realized her jacket had
been drawn off over her shoulders, her hair let down. Laura
unconsciously shook her head to sensuously wave her gorgeous
unbound hair around all the while her eyes remained captured in
Jerry's dominating, primeval pupils. Jerry's fingers danced
daringly between her hair down to her throat into her open blouse
and still Laura couldn't move her arms. Laura wanted to protest,
to resist Jerry's fabulous touches on her body, but the growing
pleasurable sensations blocked out all moral resistance. She found
to her surprise that she really longed for all this intimate
petting and groping, it felt wonderful and thrilling. Her whole
body tingled with electrical stimulating impulses, sending sensual
hormonal messages to her quickly succumbing brain and rapidly
arousing her irrefutable sexual drives.
"Yes Laura, you are beginning to accept, to understand what I
offer you. You feel the hot flashes of lust, the wild freedom and
pleasure of your own feminine power. Let it all hang out and act
out your fantasies, Laura. Let me guide you to your erotic
destiny. Feel my power, my masculine energy enter you and take
over your entire feminine being. Give in to your private, intimate
feelings. That's it. Doesn't that feel good." his voice urged and
directing her to obey and become a wild and librated woman.
Her body fell backward, slumping in submission as she
unconsciously thrust out her torso, her mouth slightly opened.
Her chest rose in heavy heaving pants. Her jacket now lay beside
her, masculine fingers taking command over her state of dress as
one by one her white blouse was unbuttoned, exposing a creamy white
skin underneath. Laura could feel herself wet and moist cunt
urgently squeezing together in anticipation, steaming heat to
building up underneath her skirt and darkening stained panties.
She felt the urgent erotic impulses calling forth a sultry, wild,
abandoned demeanor. Her hands weakly held off Jerry's muscular
body, her skirt hiked up to her thighs as Jerry insinuated his
presence between her legs, rubbing next to her sending exhilirating
and tantalizing messages shooting up her body.
All of a sudden, with Jerry's piercing eyes locked onto her's,
she could think of nothing but being naked. Hot desire and lust
shot through her brain, she wanted it so bad. Was that her
thinking such lewd and obscene thoughts? She needed to control and
restrain herself against this monster, devil. But her body told
her that all she wanted was to screw and fuck this hunk of a man,
feel his tongue and penis shoved solidly up her cunt. She gasped
uncontrollably as Jerry projected his potent erotic pleasures deep
into her soul through her helpless eyes. She could feel herself
excitingly naked, moving and humping in wild abandon. She could
hear the slurping and slapping of naked skin, the cries and yelps
of delight and pleasure erupting from her sensually liberated
mouth.
"Yes, you understand and want to partake of sin and forbidden
delights. You enjoy my fingers exploring your private places. You
have such nice breasts and upper thighs. No don't struggle, just
feel my seductive touch on your hot body. You want me so bad,
don't you. You want my strong penetrating stick deep inside you.
You want to open yourself up to me, give your entire being and bare
your entire soul under my command and domination. You cannot
resist me Laura. You are mine. You are my willing harlot. Come
play with me."
By now what was left of her mind came back in shock to
discover that somehow Jerry had been able to completely unbutton
her blouse, leaving a clear path to her breasts and the rest of her
ripe torso, the cool air swelling her nipples under her sheer bra.
She felt so helpless now, her intimate privacy now invaded and
taken over by Jerry's irresistable charm, open to any of his sexy
manipulation. Laura moaned out loud uncontrollably as one of his
hands grasp under her skirt and felt her wet panties. She felt she
was going to explode.
"Don't Jerry. Quit it. You're a mean, wicked man!" She
trembled with rippling pleasure. "I hate you. I depise what
you're doing." She rasped out weakly. She flailed away at her
captor. But his hands continued to message and rub more and more
intimately, inserting fingers into her panties, flicking softly up
and down her cunt lips causing her pelvis to grind away
uncontrollably. "Oh stop!" She yelled. "Oh....oh...don't...I
can't stand it. It's so...so...bad. This is wrong..." She burst
out gasping and panting in heated frustration, her hips moving in
sensual rhythm to Jerry's demanding and commanding masterbation of
her pussy. Laura's groped wildly, her breathing coming in large
gasps. His lips enveloped her upper body, her blouse slipping over
her shoulders, discarded, forgotten as Laura's head whipped around
in exotic submission, Jerry's tongue lashing about her bare skin
subjugating Laura into a sexual playgirl. Her skirt was now hiked
up to her waist, her pelvis humping with Jerry's hand movements
into her now cooperative hot pussy.
Jerry's irresistable, dominating stimulation held Laura
completely transfixed to the primal desires and feelings now
issuing forth from her pussy as it swallowed up Jerry's fingers
with desire. She found she couldn't help herself but submit to the
corrupting temptations of that Jerry commanded over her with his
magnetic power.
"You will submit Laura because you want to. Abandon yourself
to your innermost feelings. Liberate yourself to free sexual
pleasures. You like it don't you. Tell me how you feel, Laura.
Let yourself go. Release all your erotic emotions. You cannot
help yourself. Give yourself up." Jerry commanded, crushing
Laura's every will power to resist. "Show me what you want. Yes,
show me how beatiful and desirable you are, Laura." Jerry's hand
deliciously caressed and stroked her swollen ripe breasts bring
load moans and groans of gratification from Laura's lips. Jerry's
fingers pushed and explored deeply inside her cunt now, invading
it, taking it over, pummeling and bring forth a gushing of
submission, her clit tingling with delightful full acceptance. Her
need, her lust grew beyond her control. The burning hunger push
her to the edge. She had to have release.
Beyond salvation and near orgasmic release, Laura couldn't
help herself as own hands torn at her bra, exposed her ripe,
swollen breasts to Jerry's succulent mouth. "Oh God...Oh fuck...
it feel's so so...wonderful, fucking good. I'm so hot. I
need...", she clenched her teeth, trying to challenge Jerry's
complete control over her. But his superb mastery over her body
was not to be denied." I need...Oh God...I can't stand it. I need
your frigging cock!" She screamed in ultimate submission. Nothing
else matter any more but the fruition of an orgasmic high. "Oh
Jerry fuck me!! Please fuck me!!! I beg you...I must have you."
Laura screamed in esctasy, her tongue licking and kissing Jerry's
body all over, her hands feeling his body up and down, quickly
inserting themselves into Jerry's bikini briefs taking hold of his
erect pulsing penis. "Take me. Fill me up with your giant,
delicious banana." Laura coaxed and pleaded. She'd never been so
hot, wild, and aroused. This gorgeous, attractive male was so
masterful, she swooned as his fingers hit upon her clit, sending
orgasmic delight into her lust filled mind.
Suddenly taken over by primal sexual impulses, Laura climbed
on top of Jerry, pulling off her panties under her skirt as she
direct his dick into her urgently awaiting pussy. There she
pounded and humped up and down, Jerry's cock slipping and sliding
with tight tingling friction between her swollen cunt lips. One
hand combed through her hair in a provocative pose as Laura pursed
her lips, moaning in abandoned pleasure as her pelvis continued to
pump Jerry's sex muscle, another hand stroked her breasts in
delicious sweeps across her body. "Oh Jerry you have a beautiful,
long, fucking cock. That's the way I like it. More, more...give
it to me. Make me come. Oh...shit...oh christ...I'm coming...I'm
coming..." Laura screamed as orgasm after orgasm swept her passed
the point of any return. Chapter 3 - Lurid Performances
In a short time Mr. Wellington made his way into showbiz using
his compelling mesmerizing power to make Janet, a hotel marketing
manager, totally receptive to his sexually explicit commands and to
use the hotel performances as a cover for his illicit sexual
conquests in getting young innocent and attractive females to
become his unwitting lusicous and wanton playmates.
"Yes Mr. Wellington, how may I help you?" Janet Wilkinson
smiled up at him from a business card she held in her hand as he
seated himself in front of her. Janet dressed in a smart looking
professional suit, very becoming on her shapely body. Her plastic
glasses, however, made Janet look too academic for his taste. And
of course, Mr. Wellington could only imagine the luscious female
delights her desk hid from him. But soon he'd get her to remove
her glasses and display her private pleasures and much more to him.
"Thank you for seeing me, Janet. I represent a firm that is
quite interested in booking with your resort-hotel complex a number
of performances which we feel would provide an excellent draw from
the surrounding communities and your competitors. I want you to
concentrate on the immense opportunity that our exclusive and
intimate performances offer in attracting any number of upscale
clientele to your resort here." He began putting Janet into a
light trance. Women were more difficult than young girls and he
had to slowly bring them under without them even realizing it. He
had to get through their initial rejection stage where normally
most saleman would be shown the door. It was at this point that he
simply placed Janet into a hypnotic-state of suspended sleep making
it impossible for her to put up any resistance. Wellington liked
to refer to his method as a waking sleep where the subject felt she
was awake but in fact was really asleep, open to any of his lurid
suggestions. He made firm, direct contact, his commanding eyes to
her lovely helpless eyes. He kept Janet looking at him in a
pleasant, non-threatening way and suggested in an almost subvocal
whisper that she pretend to remain awake while falling asleep which
she so desparately wanted to do. It had been a long, long day.
"Well...yes...Mr. Wellington...As you probably know hundreds
of representatives come through our doors here at Luxury
Resorts..." Janet found herself slightly dazed by the man's intense
stare. It was somewhat harder this time to keep her concentration
and think about what she wanted to do. Something about the man
made her dizzy and she couldn't focus clearly on what she wanted to
say. It felt just so nice to relax and sleep. She really wasn't
tired though. But suddenly her eyes seemed to get so heavy and she
wanted so much to go to sleep. It would be so easy. No worries,
no concerns. Just rest. Somehow she felt the words just float
into her mind. But for some reason, they didn't seem to be her's.
That was crazy. "Usually we at Luxury Resorts only take written
proposals and then contact..." She found herself lost into Mr.
Wellingtons's large, deep eyes as they enveloped her and surrounded
her with a comforting, soft blanket of slumber, Wellington's
business card slipping out of her fingers. "As I was saying, we at
Luxury Resorts..." She lost her train of thought as she continued
staring into the man's infinitely vast eyes as she couldn't see
anything but a black, nothingness. Her mind stopped in midstream
as she felt completely at peace without any thought, her mouth
partly slightly. At that moment she was completely entranced,
having no will but simply being a vessel to be filled with
delicious thoughts and intoxicating feelings.
Mr. Wilkinson smiled as he took notice of Janet's complete
submersion to his command to sleep, her entire mind now open to any
suggestion, to do with her as he pleased. "Yes, Janet...that's
quite right. You are very special and I appreciate the particular
care that you take to book only the finest performances for your
female customers. You like to please them so much, just as you
like to please me. As a customer, I am always right. You are at
my service. And you Janet are a very good employee at Luxury
Resort more than willing and available to carry out my every
command. Isn't that so?" Mr. Wellington, confidently prodded
Janet as her mind filled with his irresistable thoughts of
obediance and servitude.
Janet's mouth parted as an automaton, "Yes." she whispered
unconsciously, her entire body still, her eyes frozen onto his.
She was falling deeper and deeper into his wonderfully decadent
hypnotic spell.
"As you woman you must realize the strong emotional attraction
and primal desire for erotic release and consummation dwelling
within you. Janet there is a hot arousing lust that craves to be
stroked and satisfied. There is no denying the sexual horny nature
that bursts to be freed within you. You are so attractive and you
feel beautiful, too beautiful to hide behind your ugly glasses.
You need to open up and expose yourself. Let your beauty shine
outwardly so I can see you completely. You have read somewhere
about sexual escapades occurring on business desks. That must
thrill you with a irresistable need that you want to experience,
open yourself up and release you inner fantasies right here on the
top of this desk in front of you. You want to show me the way
Janet. Show me everything, you understand." Wellington continued
to instruct Janet in her subconscious mind with his powerful,
unchallengeable directive for illicit sex but wonderful
pleasureable sex that Janet would not be able to resist and begin
to crave with lustful desire. "Janet you feel sexy and hot. You
are aroused and want to please me, please me very much. You will
do as I say and listen only to my voice until I tell you otherwise.
Now let me see you take off your ugly glasses and act out those
erotic impulses here on your table, Janet." Wilkinson commanded
easily, sitting looking at the helpless female now in the deep
spell of induced lust and sexual craving.
Janet didn't know what to think, strange feelings and desires
welled up inside here. She continued to sit frozen, paralyzed
staring deep into the stranger's eyes. She couldn't turn away, she
couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper under his influence as
wonderful pleasures vibrated through her body. A succulent smile
formed on her lips, as her body began to ache with desire, her
pussy becoming wet and her nipples hardening with each word the man
spoke. Janet didn't want to resist, she felt beautiful and hot.
She wanted to indulge and become nasty and wicked. Janet's fingers
crept to her glasses and in one movement, her glasses lay on the
table. Now how did they get there?
Then even more frightening, she found herself standing up, her
body responding to some outer command. She couldn't help herself.
Janet felt so free and uninhibited, it was horrible, yet
fascinatingly thrilling showing off by standing up, and even more
unbelieving Janet saw herself precariously step up onto her chair
and onto her desk. She was insane, crazy. She must be dreaming,
this couldn't be happening. But Janet felt compelled, she had to
do this, she had to show off and perform. It felt so natural and
she wanted to strip and become seductively wanton. The more she
continued to stare at Wellington, more she felt lost in his
illicit, crude fantasy, the less control she had over her own
feelings and desires. And more importantly, it felt good, really
arousingly hot and delicious. Yes she fuckin' liked it.
Her hands went to her jacket which slid slowly off her
shoulders until she was dragging it along the desk top, her hips
moving to and fro with sensuous elegance, parading back and forth
above Mr. Wilkenson, like an exotic model, her head tossing, hair
flailing with wreckless choatic wildness and confident boldness,
daring him to fuck her in her red high heels. One hand inserted
itself into her blouse, feeling her bursting breast. God she just
couldn't help herself. She felt so horny and luscious. It felt so
good to perform and to tease, expose herself in this way.
Wellington just sat looking up at the gorgeous striptease
model he had created. "You're doing just fine Janet. Keep your
body shaking and turn me on. Yes you're a wicked, nasty girl. You
want to please me and tease me. You want to show me everything you
got. Don't hold anything back. Now take off your clothes, Janet.
You want to expose yourself to me. The more naked you get, the
more sexy and hot you will feel and the more you will want to strip
and bare all your beautiful skin to me" He prodded her on to more
and more daring and defiling acts of degradation. Janet couldn't
stop herself nor resist the sinful proclivities that he instilled
in her.
To her horror, she realized her hands were now unbottoning her
blouse right in front of a stranger, exposing her plentiful
cleavage in the process, her body suggestively swaying and her legs
stepping in strong daring tapping paces. She was baring herself to
this man. What was the matter with her? Oh but she felt fine,
pleasurable sensations rippled through her as her pussy warmed up
and her entire body vibrated with lustful need pushing aside any
moral inhibitions. She needed to display herself, to abandon her
conservative, backward ways. She needed to liberate her body and
mind to reckless thought and loose behavior. Janet submitted to
Wellington's commands, and gave into his powerful suggestions that
had taken over her attractive appealing body wrapped in a slinky
bra and skirt with high heels. Her jacket and blouse fell to the
desk top. Oh now, she silently screamed as her hands reached up
under her skirt and began pulling down her panties. Oh not her
underwear...she felt naked enough, but to expose her cunt to prying
eyes. No...no...damn...it...
For the first time, Wellington, noticed a flimsy attempt to
resist his lurid demands, simply pulling off her panties. Big
deal, he'd have her sucking him and exposing everything in a little
while. But he smiled at the slight challenge which made his
command over Janet even more enjoyable as he made her come
completely around to his lewd and tintillating ways to subjugate
herself to him as a sex harlot.
"Yes Janet, this the way...let your fingers explore the
private pleasures of your intimate, private flesh...sense and feel
the wonderful exotic passion that await you further...feek
yourself...give yourself no end to the pleasures of the flesh.
Finger yourself...make yourself come...and then you will crave to
expose everything to me for it will make you orgasmically wild and
sex crazed. Push your fingers into your cunt now...and plunge them
in and out to set up the sensual rhythm of masterbatory indulgence.
Go ahead now...and give in to your innermost erotic impulses." he
directed her.
Janet was paralyzed now with her fingers shivering with wanton
urgency at the man's enticing directions. How could she not refuse
with the pummelling sensation now pouring into her wild and hot
nervous system. She was so hot and aroused now, her sexual desire
and insatiable desire brought into a state of primal heat. And
then it was too late as one finger entered into the moist lips
inside her panties, pushing into the frontier of female bliss and
viginal captivation. Oh...yess....god...fucking
good...shit...electrical sexual blasts of pleasure shot through her
as she groaned deeply in complete subservient agonizing pleasure,
her pussy gushing and flowing with liquid delight, her hips
uncontrollable jerking with rapid syncopated passion her other hand
tearing at her bra, ripping it off her body baring her luscious
breasts and stiff pointed nipples as she squeezed them hard and
fast. Janet continued humping and crying out baying with wild
esctasy.
"Open up to me now Janet, expose yourself and fuck me..."
Janet had to have the man now...no other thought was possible as
her body was hot and heavy, on fire with lurid and decadent ideas.
Beyond her control she felt herself position herself on the desk,
her legs falling over the front of the desk, while the rest of her
hot body, sat upright aching to be entered. Wellington looked on
with supreme satisfaction at the delightly decadence of the now
wild female sitting like a hot bitch, clothed in only her high
heels and naked underneath her skirt. Now unbidden, Janet leaned
back on one hand, her head tossed back in a seductive pose, her
chest pushed out, with her stiff breasts, and the other hand now
pulling up her skirt, her fingers dancing in slow luxurious
movements through her wet, moist pussy lips.
"Janet...you will help me to promote this sexual pleasure
seething through you by opening up your hotel's stage for my erotic
performances. You will help participate and make your body
available for other's to admire and lust after. You desire and
want to perform don't you, Janet."
Janet felt wild and wonderful as Wellington's commands
penetrated into her open psyche. Even though deep inside her that
she knew it was wrong and bad, Wellington's irresistable directives
filled her body. She tried to summon up some challenge but could
only find her body responding to his. She had no will and the
desirable feelings overwhelmed any sense of indecency and
immorality. His body lunged deeply inside her bringing a fabulous
explosion of pleasure from her helpless and available practically
naked body. Her legs had to fastened around his waist, as she felt
her hips push back off the desk to increase the depth of his
prick's penetration into her wet, waiting, hot vigina. With the
magnificant rush of erotic heat pouring into her, she could refuse
Wellington nothing as she found that she wanted more and more
fucking and whatever lewd and illicit act that Wellington wanted
her to do.
"Oh...yes...yes...yes...anything...I'll do anything you
want...just fuck me...oh yes that's sooo good." She panted in
heat, chanting in great explosions of lust as Wellington pushed
deeper and deeper into her cunt. "Oh...god...I'll strip and get
naked for you. You make me feel so good. Yes...I want to get
naked and turn on all those people. You're making me so hot." The
more she fucked, the more she really wanted to be nasty and dirty.
She felt so free and wanton, her whole body shivered with erotic
delight.