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He did some grocery shopping first.  The supplies were to last him the
next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the possible  activities,
so he stocked up more heavily than usual.  After he paid, it occurred
to him, payment was totally unnecessary.  He was glad he'd paid
anyway.

After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers, 
shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben's stereo repair 
shop.  They'd been performing poorly for a month or so.  He hadn't 
meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty had to be made 
good.  

He went in the store from the back door.  Ben owned the shop, although
he was the service expert as well.  None of his employees could hold
a candle to his talents with electronics.  Ben was proud of his high
school buddy.

"Ben," Bob's friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter than Bob,
with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy.  "How long to fix these?" 

"Bob! Let's see," He picked up one of the boxes, "It'll take a while
to get you an estimate, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, I've got a woman coming over tonight," he looked  around
quickly and gave Ben one of those 'manly' knowing looks, "it's not
Betty and I don't want her to know.  I told her you were going to help
me with these..."

"Geeze Bob," shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the speakers
to examine them, "you know I'll help if I can, but man, I don't know
what's wrong without checking these out first."

"I know, I know.  Just tell me what you can do."

"So you're working on two babes at once, eh?"

"Well, let's just say I've lucked into some nice ass while Betty is
stringing me along..."

"You know, if you're horny, we can work something out with Janet."
Janet was Ben's wife.  Ben and Janet had an open arrangement, partly
because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man.  

Bob hadn't liked the idea before, especially since Janet really didn't 
like Bob much.  He wasn't sure why, he figured it had something to do
with Bob dragging Ben off to poker games occasionally.  "I know she
doesn't like you much, but if I talk to her, she'll do just about 
anything."

"Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me without 
your help.  I'm just not so sure it's a very good idea."

Ben snorted out a laugh.  He'd gotten both speakers open by now, and 
had to step back while laughing to avoid damage.  

"Forgive me Bob," he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the huge 
grin creeping across his face.  "Janet would do it if I asked, not for 
any other reason.  I've had to put up with her bitching about you." 
"Oh?" Ben was curious, "What IS her complaint with me anyway?"

"She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend.  She keeps 
telling me you haven't got enough class, you abuse our friendship, 
you spend too much time drinking and crap like that." Well, at least
the drinking wasn't true.

"So?, why'd she marry you then?, you and I move in the same circles,
so to speak."

"I dunno.  She fell head over heels in love or lust or somethin'." 

"I'll tell you what Ben.  I'll bet you double or nothing the cost of
the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while you wait
here."

"You think so!? I'll bite, what's the gimmick? You get some film of
her doing something you can blackmail her with? Fat chance!" 

"Nothing like it.  I'll even get her to call you to talk while I'm
making her, how's that?"

"Oh, man, I'd love that.  I'd fix your speakers for nuthin' just for
the opportunity to watch or listen to her being humped, and you know 
it.  It ain't gonna happen though."

"Okay, you got it! I'm on my way."

"You sure you don't want me to call her first? She really doesn't
like you much.  I wasn't kidding."

"I don't care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding pics.  
She'll beg for a repeat performance when you get home."

"Shit." was the last word from Ben before Bob left.  

Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn't lose this bet, and 
Ben wouldn't be hurt by his project.  Every encounter gave him extra 
valuable knowledge, and this would be no different.

===========

Bob got to Ben's house at 10:20 AM.  The house was an old two story, 
fairly attractive in light blue.  Bob smiled at the sight of the white 
picket fence around the yard.  The house was on a corner and he'd 
never quite got into the habit of walking all the way around the 
corner to the front gate.  He usually parked around the side by the 
back of the house.

Once again, he jumped the fence.  Musing, he figured this was easily 
another influence effecting why Janet didn't like him as any.

He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next to the 
kitchen door.  Reaching out, he could feel the symbols down the 
basement.  She was coming up the stairs, he judged, and had seen 
him jump the fence through the basement window.  He could feel 
her ankles rise and drop climbing each step.  She radiated symbols 
strongly shouting 'disapproval'.

The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight, stood 
Janet.  She was about 5 foot 8 inches.  Her slightly auburn hair was
nicely set off by her freckles.  She had a hostile frown on her plush
lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show more concern than he'd
remembered being there.  Dressed in a sweat suit for house work, he
could only see some of her curves he had admired in the past.  He
knew her chest was larger than her frame would suggest, and her 
slender legs rivaled those of the best dancers.  He was somewhat 
curious as to the color of pubic hair in the past, and figured he'd 
find out today for certain.

The moment taken up by reflection passed.  She began an irritated
pout, and brushed back her hair.

"So Bob!" she spurted out.  "To what do I owe this visit? I know 
you're aware that Ben is at work."

He stepped past her, and he spoke, "I know, just came from his shop.
I never did find out why you let him work there, since you guys have
all that money from your father." She followed him to the living
room, where as Bob recalled, there was a perfectly comfortable lounge
chair with a phone on the table next to it.  Excellent, he thought.

"He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that." snarling.
"Yep," he grinned lecherously, "keeps his hands off you, I'm sure."
"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I made a bet with Ben, that I'd seduce you today."

She stared dumb struck at him for a minute, then laughed 
hysterically.  Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent, nothing
she did would stop him from taking her.  She finally collapsed in the
chair, and calmed herself a bit.

"You know, even if you had any chance before," she still giggled 
between words, "you couldn't do it now that you've warned me.  You
might as well leave now."

"I don't think there'll be a problem.  Before you know it, you'll want 
me in you so bad you won't care about the bet at all."

"You're pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit." she 
crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of the curves
concealed by the sweat shirt.  "You are beginning to get me 
pissed, and believe me, that ain't gonna help a sorry little sot like 
you get anywhere." She grinned in a sadistic manner, "besides I've 
screwed just about everyone else Ben knows, at his request I might
add, and he has never, thank the heavens, asked me to do anything
with you.  If he does, it will be the first and only time I refuse.  It
might be the grounds for our divorce, happy though he makes me
otherwise." It was clear she thought she'd stung him.

Bob finally started exerting some changes in the thought streams her
body was using.  As he laughed back, he insinuated the tendrils of
pleasure up through her thighs and along the back of her neck.  "I 
think you will shortly find your opinion unreliable, even for your 
own judgment of your own actions..." He reached directly to the nerve
streams her groin used and slid the symbols in that caused sexual
heat to rise from within.  "Shall we get started or would you like to
deny your own body's lust a while longer?"

She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth.  "How do you 
expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?"

"Actually, I've suspected for some time you want me.  You always react
with hostility to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole me
into sexual action with you.  Ben may have his desires, this struck me
as one of yours." Of course, he knew she was being aroused by his
mental manipulation of her nervous system, but he wanted her
consciousness to believe she'd simply suppressed her desires.

"You're nuts," by this time he'd sent a few tingles through her cunt 
lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair trying not to 
show her arousal, "you are imagining things.  <unggh>" 

Bob began to undress.  His penis was nestled, retracted, in amongst 
his balls.  As the hanging silence became more pronounced, he knelt 
before her, and pulled her running shoes off.  By now, her head was 
lolling back and a few drops of sweat were rolling off her forehead.
He could make out the pale bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat
pants down her legs.  "Unngh oooohh," she loosed the groans with
reluctant acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal.  Her
panties, a pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman,
came off through his administration next.

"I can't, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg, arguing 
with yyyaaahhh, you....  oh god yes" he was gently tickling the lips of 
her pussy with his fingers.  He had a fine view now of her luscious 
slender legs, which were stretching out to point the toes in pulsing 
motions.  "ggnnnnggoooood, oooohhh mooorre"

He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts.  Delightfully, her 
melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra.  The lovely 
freckles, so attractive on her countenance, also graced the pale skin
of her tits.  He could almost see little circles form by the little
dots as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the motions Janet was
now making.

"Lift your arms." She did as instructed and he pulled off the top 
over her head.  Her hair, fell through the neck of the sweat shirt, 
almost in slow motion, gliding across her smooth, naked shoulders.  
He felt his own arousal as his prick began to stiffen.

"Oh Bobbbb," she had now yielded to his physical advances.  He stroked
the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention as he sucked
the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it inside with his tongue.
"oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck...  me" her lithe fingers stroked
through his hair, smoothing the errant strays while pulling, and
sinking his head into the breast he was attacking.  He blocked the
orgasm he saw developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation
of her breasts.

He had a call to make first.

"Mmnnph!," he pulled back against the pressure of both of her arms 
now.  God!, she's strong, he thought.  "pick up the phone, call Ben." 
"Unnh, don't stop.  don't don't." she muttered, apparently at the brink 
but unable to breach the barrier.  "why, inuhhhh, call Ben? just fuck 
me, oh god please fuck me...unng.."

"Don't you think he'd like to hear you coming?" He clamped his finger
and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply <nnng, uuuuuuahhh>.
He could see she was expecting that to send her over, but instead it
just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts, seeking cock that hadn't
been inserted yet.  Her fulfillment would wait a touch longer.

She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the 
number.  She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end rang.
And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled to suppress
the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue.

"Hi, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> speak with my husband."
She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled her legs up
over the arms of the chair and began to slide his hand over her ass.
She shouldn't bother hiding her activities, he thought.  Everyone who
works with Ben knows how you two operate.  "unghh!, please, unhgg,
ooohhh pleeease!"

"Hello, <grnnnt> Ben?," the voice seemed to confirm it, "Bob is here,
and he tells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah, some kind...
uh uh uh uh" Bob had inserted two fingers in her cunt and was
starting to thrust them in and out.

"Here," she panted as she held out the phone, "he wants <rrrrggggh> 
to talk, mmmmmm, to you."

"Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?"

"Yup," Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from 
breathing heavily into the phone, "she's hot to trot, ready for
fucking.  How would you like me to take her?"

"I don't believe,...  never mind! I don't care, I just want to hear her 
while she's coming!" Ben responded.

"Okay, you listen, she'll hold the phone to her throat..."

He handed the phone back to Janet.  Obedient to the instructions, she 
pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every throaty sound
she loosed.

"Okay Janet, since Ben hasn't got a preference, and you're so
convinced I can't get in your pants, how do you want it?"

"Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I'm sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me! please 
fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese."

He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single lunge,
thrust the length of his cock deep inside her.  "OooooooOH!" was her
immediate response.  As he thrust, he let himself come pretty quickly,
a fountain of come flooding freely through his prick.  He kept
pounding to her thumping grunts and slowly released the block on her
orgasm, causing her building heat to rise higher still.  "YESSSS!, YES
YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!" she screamed, completely without
restraint as the sensation drew her on.  In one final screaming pitch,
she pounded up and down so hard, he thought the chair was creaking
louder than it should.  She released completely with an ear piercing 
primal scream.  

She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up.  She was 
clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even speak.  The
sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head rest, back and
elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual juices by her ass.
"Hello? Hello?" squawked from the phone.  Bob picked it up.  Janet was
in no condition to do so.

"Ben, you still there?"

"Goddamn, I wet my pants." came Ben's voice calmly as though he'd
dropped a screw driver.

"Well, you lose the bet lad."

"I guess so, who'd of guessed." 

"Talk to you later."

"Later." and the phone clicked as Ben hung up.

Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before him.  Bob
enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he stood beside her.

"We'll do this again won't we Janet?" She opened her eyes and looked
at him with astonishment.  Gulping, she straightened up a bit.  "I
h-h-hope so.  I'd never would've thought you'd be the best sex I'd
ever had.  I want more, but I'm burnt out."

"There'll be another time." He began to dress.  

"I'm sorry about the things I said...  stay, we can screw again in a 
little while."

"Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build sexual 
tension or some such shit."

"Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember." Still naked she
walked to the kitchen with him.  "I want to repeat the experience
often.  Ben won't mind, honest."

"I know, gotta go now." With this Bob turned and embraced her in his
arms.  He kissed her passionately, as she returned the kiss with her
tongue caressing his lips.

Bob was pleased, he'd only controlled some of her physical reactions.
Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely adjusted to meet his
demands.  Nor like Randi, who he'd taken control of her body with some
reaction control.  Now with a little work he could manipulate women
without bending them into entirely new personalities.

Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his talent
was beginning to grow.  He drove over to the Mall, there were a few
more things he'd need before tonight!

====

The mall was full of mothers with children, college students who 
didn't have classes or were cutting, and the odd couple here and 
there with a day off.  Bob was concentrating on getting to the book 
store, when something jolted his reverie...

There was a very attractive young girl, although as he looked she 
appeared to be older, sitting in front of a shoe store.  She had long 
black hair, a clear complexion, and was thin but not boney.  What 
snapped him loose from daydreaming about screwing Janet was her
intensity as she watched women walking by...

Bob sat down across from the Shoe store, pretending to check his 
purchases.  He reached out with a tendril of thought to probe her.  He
was curious.  Taking out a pen, he slipped into her subconscious and
found her name and address.  This information written down for later
use, he made an effort to monitor her thoughts.

For a moment, he could see through her eyes as she appraised the 
curves of a woman walking by with a stroller.  This was new! He 
could feel her salivating at the idea of sucking milk from the new 
mother's teat.  He could sense the arousal in her loins and found 
that his manhood was straining in response to her lust.

Knowing he couldn't get his chores done, and explore this hot little 
treat, he double checked the address he'd written down and pulled his
tendril of thought back.

He got a second surprise...  

Someone was frantically trying to hide their mind, and doing a poor
job of it.  He'd never of noticed, but for his little probe activity.
Bob began to seek out the consciousness trying to hide.  It was
wandering the mall, but he couldn't tell where...

{who??} came a symbol from this mystery person, {not them?}

Bob, stunned that anyone else knew the symbols, much less could 
manipulate them, paused before responding.

{I am learning} he tried to be somewhat evasive.  Worried about the 
reactions of others to his experiments, it didn't seem a good idea to
expose himself either.  {why do you hide?}

{hunters!, you can be found, be careful} and the other mind modified
it's concealment, vanishing from Bob's inexperienced probing.  Someone
else slapped out at him with an entirely unsubtle probe at his mind.  
Pulling back into himself he displayed a set of surface thoughts
about shopping.  Hunters?, what hunters? Telepaths with hostility
towards other telepaths? It was a shock to learn there were others
who knew the symbols.  He decided caution was in order.  

Bob's consciousness slipped down inside himself.  He filled out the
artificial consciousness he left showing, so telepathic probes
wouldn't detect him.  This probe was pure energy though, no symbols
apparent.  Could the phony him pass if whoever looked closely?

The probe passed, Bob allowed himself an internal sigh of relief.
What he'd done seemed to have worked.  He checked the artificial
personality he displayed.  He was certain it was untouched.  He
wondered who the phantom he'd communicated with was, but was relieved
to avoid the 'hunters'.

In an unhurried manner, watching anxiously for the 'hunters', he
completed his errands.  He still couldn't keep from shaking somewhat.

Once he was back on the road, he couldn't resist speeding.  He had to
adjust a cop to ignore him as he drove past.  Just another price of
the fun he now enjoyed.  

====

"Hi Ben."

"Bob!"

"Speakers ready yet?" Bob was still shaking.  He wasn't used to the
idea that other people were looking for him, as a telepath that is.
"Hey bud," Ben jibed, "Screwing Janet give you a case of nerves?"
"Naw, close call on the highway." Bob lied.  You don't have the
talent, you shouldn't know about it, he thought.

"That was one intense phone call by the way.  Ran home for an hour 
and we had a quickie on the kitchen floor." Ben lifted the speakers 
from behind his work desk.  "Funny thing though, Janet seemed let down
afterwards..."

"Aw, she'll be okay.  Twice, so close together, probably just a case 
of stamina failure."

"Well, you musta given her some work out, she was still naked in the
kitchen.  Said she was feeling kind of limp.  It was great for me
though."

"Heh heh, thanks for fixing the speakers, Janet was real fun.  If you
don't mind maybe she and I can...." he let the thought trail off.   It
wouldn't do to have Ben think he was too far gone to appreciate a
good fuck.

"You bet.  I'd like to watch though, you know what a thrill I get outa 
seeing her get laid..."

"Right, sure.  When the opportunity arises, I guess." 

====

As evening approached, Bob felt much better.  He realized the 
'hunters', as he thought of them, could never get hold of him if they
couldn't spot him.  Everything was cool again, he thought.  He'd just
have to be careful to keep up a good front.  He'd have to look at the
Book, to see if any other telepaths are mentioned.   Specifically he
wanted to see if he'd overlooked any reference to hostile groups, or
some kind of association of telepaths.

He pushed it to the back of his mind for now.  He wanted to be ready
for his private party.  So he went back to clearing away the living
room's clutter and straightened up the bedroom.  This was going to be
an interesting evening.

====

When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, Bob rushed to open it.  There
was Fran, and as he'd come to expect, she was striking sexy poses
whenever opportune, as if the photographer would snap a picture at
any moment.  Mostly this showed her bust line and hips to great
effect, but the coy come hither looks she shot off were most
effective.

She walked in as he directed carrying a large and tattered shopping
bag. She stood in the living room for a moment, gathering in the
view, neither approving nor disapproving.  Bob closed the door and
walked up behind her.

"Oh darling, um, master, I've looked forward to this all day!" She 
hadn't of course, but she didn't know that.  Bob adjusted the 
instructions he'd given her to allow her to remain in secret lover 
personality while in his home tonight.  He reached around her and 
cupped the undersides of her tits.  They were delightfully round and
soft.  Clearly she'd successfully removed her underthings before
coming.  He fingered her nipples and licked the back of her neck.  She
cocked one knee up a bit and began to squeeze her thighs in,
intending to stimulate her groin.  "oh, master, oh please yes."  He
stopped after a few moments, to her obvious disappointment.

Lifting the back of her skirt, he was pleased to learn that she'd 
gotten the panties off too.  Rubbing her bottom he slowly slipped his
middle finger into her asshole.  "Eeek!, aaahhh..." Startled at first,
she allowed herself to relax and accept the intrusion.

"March as I lead." he began to direct her by his finger to the 
bedroom.  Each step was arousing her more as he finger fucked her
anus with every up and down motion.  Her face took on a flushed color
and little gasps came after the first few steps.

"You brought your uniform?" He removed his finger.   Disappointment
rose again within her.  She apparently was expecting to be well
fucked first thing.  She'd have to wait.  

"Yes master, a beautiful maids outfit.  I've worn it once before, but 
Joe didn't really care for it."

"Put it on, I'll be in the kitchen." He turned and left her, wanting
to be surprised at least a little bit.

A few minutes later as she came into the kitchen, he turned and was 
extremely pleased.  

She wore a frilly top blouse with red cups under the breasts, only 
barely covering her nipples.  Tightly, the white blouse clung to her
middle and a black little skirt fluffed up stiffly, lace patterned
frills underneath showed her upper thighs adorned with garters.  Her
legs were decorated with skin colored stockings with the seam in the
back straight as an arrow.  Her ankles were adorned with a white lace
loop and turned, ever so lovely, in the high heels she wore.  Similar
lace wraps adorned her wrists, displaying her hands and fingers
nicely.  She'd removed her wedding and engagement rings, probably to
please her lover.  A delightful touch, that added enormously, was the
jet black choker around her neck.  She pirouetted for his pleasure.

"Good.  Now set the dinning room table for two.  I'm having Randi over
for dinner.  We'll probably fuck afterwards.  You will be serving us."
He could sense the anger rising in her.   Why should she share him
with anyone! Then he could see the resignation, as she decided she'd
do anything for her secret lover.  Interestingly, she began to twitch
with excitement at the humiliation of having to serve his other lover
dinner.  She also seem to reflect on how much better a lover she must
be, to be able to accept this role from him.

"Yes master." she meekly said.

Amazing, he thought, I didn't even plant that stream in her to 
accept...  I think.  Aroused himself, he had to struggle not to take 
Fran immediately.

She began to work on setting the table, a difficult task in the 
outfit she now wore.  Watching her move in that outfit, he thought,
was one hell of a reward in itself.  The motions showed off her flesh
with grace, and her poise was such, Bob could believe she was aroused
just from being watched.

Fortunately the doorbell rang again.  He answered the door to find 
Randi, as he expected.

She was beautiful.  She wore a red, ankle length, shoulderless dress,
that accented her smaller breasts and the incredible curve of her
hips.  Her hair was waved slightly, and the red lipstick was glossy
enough to accent the light pucker her lips were displaying.  She was
wearing black high heels, and an ankle bracelet glinted briefly in
the waning sunlight.

A cloud of confusion and irritation hung over her as he waved her in.

"I really didn't want to come, you know.  I just had to see if this 
stupid lack of control is something that happens only around you!" 
She stomped into the living room on 3 inch heels without the flowing
grace the dress suggested.  He figured he could work on that...  "Oh,
I love it when you're angry.  Do sit down, our servant for the
evening will have dinner ready soon, I'm sure..."

"Our what!? Oh, your not going to embarrass me in front of a 
stranger, you know! I can just leave right now!" 

"Nothing of the sort.  You know Fran.  Fran! Come in here please."

In walked the lovely, willowy blond, displaying herself in her maid's
outfit.  She capped her entrance with a delicate curtsy, almost
sliding her breasts free from her blouse on the bounce.

"Yes master?" she put out with the sexiest breathy voice she could 
manage.

"Dinner is on the stove and in the oven.  When the timer rings, the 
chicken should be ready.  Set out the food, and call us in.  Bring us a 
glass of wine each, please."

"Will that be all master?"

"Yes Fran, that will be all."

"That isn't our Fran, from work I mean!?" Randi appeared a little 
shocked by Fran's appearance.  But her eyes had lingered on Fran's 
legs and ass as she wandered back to the kitchen.

"Oh, she likes performing this little role of hers.  Don't be alarmed.  
We will have dinner, chat for a while, and see what happens."

Randi opened her lovely lips, but rather than speak, she just licked 
them.  Bob recognized the reaction from the girl in the Mall.  He 
hadn't expected Randi to have that response.  Oh ho!, he thought, 
maybe I know what became of the old boyfriend.

Fran brought the wine in, and Randi's eyes didn't stray from her.  She
finally looked at Bob again after Fran left the room.

"If you like, I'll let you eat her for dessert." He tested the
waters, deliberately avoiding monitoring her thoughts.

Stunned, Randi looked down at her lap.  "I don't know what you're 
talking about!" Her voice was much smaller, and somewhat broken up
by the attempt to reply immediately to his insinuation.  Her hands
were clasped, palms up in her lap, and looked sweaty.  He knew he had
appraised her reaction correctly.   Before the conversation continued
however, Fran called that dinner was ready.  Sitting down to candle
light, being served by the attractive blond, and eating dinner with
another woman that would be at his command later, Bob felt a certain
contentment.  Satisfaction and comfort settled in while he ate the
food Fran placed before him.  

She stroked him with those lovely boobs whenever she could work 
around his side or back.  While she did this, he slipped a suggestion
into her mind that she do the same for Randi.  

Fran, consciously trying to please Bob, now began to perform the same
little enticing movements against Randi.  Bob watched Randi's eyes
pop wide open at one point when Fran dipped her cleavage low so Randi
couldn't miss it.  Randi's tongue explored her own lips and seemed to
have no active control while her eyes followed Fran around the room.
At one point, she brushed her own breast as Fran rubbed up against
her back.

Bob's reactions were astounding, he couldn't keep his prick down when
he saw Randi's behavior.

Fran did well serving the salad, main course, and the cake he had 
bought.  She made every step to and from the kitchen an exciting 
luscious erotic treat as well.  But after she cleared the dessert 
dishes, he had her bring out coffee.  He was looking forward to being
awake for some time yet! Once the coffee was out, he looked at a very
horny Randi sitting opposite.

"Still hungry?"

"Well, no, dinner was very good, thank you." She remained pensive,
and somewhat ill at ease.  Bob was delighted, this was all very
exciting, influencing his state of arousal.

"Very well, Fran come in here." 

The blond bounced into the dining room quickly, almost coming out of 
the weak restraint of her blouse.  

"Yes master?" 

Bob got up and moved behind Fran, turning her to face Randi.  Her 
body moved longingly at his every touch.  Looking over Fran's 
shoulder, he could see Randi lick her lips, and struggle at
restraining her own reactions.  Fran tensed a little as she realized
he might use her there before this other lover, but relaxed again,
determined she would show herself the better choice.

He reached for the back of her neck, with his palm arched, he lightly 
felt the smooth skin around to her chin and slipped a finger into her 
mouth.  She took the finger and sucked it with worshipful motions, 
licking the air behind as he pulled away from time to time.  Bob 
could see her eyes were closed in passion.  He glanced at Randi, who 
by now had her right hand up to her mouth, the knuckles of her 
forefinger sucked between her lips, the white of her teeth showing 
against the skin.  Her desire to participate was very clear.

"Come into the living room, both of you." He directed, as soon as he
could draw himself under control a bit.  "Randi, you take the larger
chair, by the bookcase." He slipped his hand under the diminutive
skirt Fran was wearing and grabbed a handful of cheek to guide her in
front of Randi, back about 3 feet.  Randi, lost in her own lust,
simply did as commanded.  He was delighted that he'd been able to
avoid any further probing, and adjustment to fulfill his desires so
far.

He slipped his hand past Fran's anus and pulled back on her crotch 
while pushing forward on her shoulders with the other hand.  "Ommph!"
she spouted as her hands grabbed the arms of Randi's chair and she
leaned over displaying her bountiful chest to the elegantly dressed
woman beneath.

"Good.  Now Randi, since you've been enjoying watching Fran's tits 
throughout dinner, you will arouse them for me."

Shamed by her body's hot desire, Randi began to reach up for those
gifts Bob was giving her.  She began by unbuttoning the blouse Fran
had so tightly wrapped around herself earlier.  

Fran was helplessly trapped in this position, the strain on her arms
noticeably caused discomfort, but as Randi started tracing the shapes
of Fran's huge tits by the tiniest finger traces, a sigh of delight
escaped from within.

While Randi was exploring, Bob dropped his trousers, kicking them and
his shoes aside for now.  His view was enhanced by the great mirror
over the mantle of his fireplace.  He also reached out to see through
Randi what she saw and felt.  As he did this he could feel the
growing lust raging in her and saw the tip of her tongue wrap itself
around Fran's nipple.  Fran let out a solid low moan.  Bob stepped up
behind her.  He lifter her skimpy skirt to expose naked ass and pussy.
He slid his cock straight into her cunt, by now soaked with vaginal
juices, to the hilt.

"gnnn! ooohhh god!" he could feel her clenching her teeth with the
sensation of her nipples being aroused from one side as he plunged
her depths from behind.  Unable to do much more than wobble in place
against him, she pressed back whenever she could.  The high heels she
wore made this task less than simple.

Bob blocked her orgasm, as he had earlier with Janet.  He let it 
build.  The streams of pleasurable arousal grew, but failed to 
release.  "unh unh unh" she throbbed rhythmically, pulsing as he 
continued to pound her cunt and Randi got more enthusiastic with her
tits.  Randi bit down hard once, eliciting a great "ggaaawwdddd
yessss!" as Fran lurched with the strokes.  Fran's head was now 

shaking wildly from side to side, tossing droplets of sweat left and
right as she strove to reach the plateau...  which Bob finally 
allowed, unlocking the stream for her.   "AAAHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHH!
GOOOOOODDD! FU..." and she went from total animal screech to
whimpering little girl slowly through the orgasm.  

No one could say how long she had been in a state of orgasm, but when
she was done, there was just a shell of child, leaning against the
chair.  Bob carried her to the other chair and sat her down.  Still in
her maids uniform, Fran looked a little like a broken doll.  Checking
she was actually still there and breathing, Bob cupped her face in
his hands.  She smiled, but didn't open her eyes.

Bob turned back to Randi.  She was virtually drooling, gulping with 
desire and anticipation.  Her hands were rubbing across the fabric of
her dress, over her breasts.  

"I'll do anything you want," she breathed seductively.  He knew he had
her hooked, more than controlled.  "I'll be your whore," she went on,
"anytime, just help me, uh, please, I want to cum like that!" she
ended in a stammering whisper.  He could see her shudder lightly as
he approached her.

His cock, wet from Fran, was still standing erect.  He stood by the 
side of Randi's chair.

"Darling Randi, I think you can start by cleaning Fran's juices off 
my prick." 

"Yes, er, should I call you master too?" she spoke directly at his 
prick, now in her hand.

"Eventually, maybe.  Tonight you are my date, Fran is being our 
entertainment, a toy for both of us to play with." Randi was wrapping
her lips about the tip of his cock, "a toy for your pleasure too.  But
you will be my Lady, an exceptional consort for this night." She was
delighting in tasting the juices Fran covered him with, he could feel
the passion in her lips and tongue.  As she began diving against his
groin, the flood of energy built in his balls, surging to rise above
the base of his organ.  He felt her slide further towards the root of
his stiffness.  Her teeth were digging gently against the body of his 
cock.  Pulling her head harder against him he unleashed a torrent of
cum down her throat.  Remarkably, she sucked harder to swallow what
he'd delivered.  When his release ended, he stood back, appraising
her appearance.

She licked her lips clean, clearing every drop of the hard won semen
from her chin, she was still unquestionably squelching her own desire
to orgasm.  She had given over to his control, he would let her come
when she was ripe, improving the inevitable orgasm beyond her normal
expectations.  She was obviously certain of this.  Drop and give me
fifty, he chuckled to himself.  Oh, the enticing thrill of having two
such lovely toys, all to himself.  Well, he couldn't leave her quite
like this all night.

"Go in the bedroom, get your underwear off.  Then we'll make a short
trip out.  You will enjoy yourself, I'm sure."

Reluctantly, knowing she'd now have to wait for her anticipated 
release, she stepped down the hall.  Bob turned to Fran who had 
recovered enough to watch the end of Randi's administrations to his
prick.

"Clean yourself up.  I want the kitchen clean by the time we get back
and yourself in pristine condition, prepared for our leisure."

"Yes master," she managed, still hovering about the plateau she hit
when her orgasm ended.  He sensed she'd gotten a thrill from the use
Randi had made of her, he'd expected no less.

He put his pants back on, finishing the knots on his shoes when Randi
came back out.  Her makeup straightened out, she had taken on the
appearance of someone set to go to the opera.  She had turned her
curvaceous assets into a work of art.

"Before we go, why don't you go in to Fran and feel up her cunt? You 
might feel better for it....  if all goes well, I'll let you use her
later as well..." She flashed him a wicked lustful glance, and
stepped into the kitchen.

"Yipppp!, oh mistress!" He heard while he found his keys and wallet.  
"unnnh!, mmmmph!" A few more muffled moans and sighs were followed
by an "oh please!"

Momentarily, with a satisfied grin, Randi stepped back in.  Her 
lipstick was slightly disrupted, but she seemed gloriously pleased 
with herself.  

She fixed the makeup again in the car.

====

The two of them went to a few dance places he'd used to visit, 
trolling for dates, before he'd met Betty.  She danced impeccably.  

He teased her, making her dance with several other men with verbal
instructions to make the tiniest of come ons to them.   Randi
obviously felt a little humiliated, but also found each act of
humiliation to be another inch forward in her arousal.

He, for his part, danced with as many other women as he could entice
to the dance floor.  Some of them never noticed his hands cupping
their breasts.  Some did, but didn't want him to stop.  

But after a few hours, Bob took Randi back to his home.  She was now
so hot, she figured the doorknob looked good.  He told her to use
Fran to get her relief, when they got inside.

As they entered, Fran stepped up with hot cocoa.  

"I thought you'd like something when you got in, master."

Bob took his cup, but Randi set hers aside.  

Randi took Fran's left hand in both of hers...  Fran shot a questioning
look at Bob.  He simply nodded.  Randi began to nibble at the inside
of Fran's wrist.  Fran tilted her head back and closed her eyes,
striking one of those 'eat me up' poses she'd been using on him.

Randi worked up the arm to the elbow.  One of her hands began tracing
the curves of the servant's body, first her hips, then the small of
her back, finally sliding underneath the balloon sized breasts.  
Although Fran was clearly aroused, it was Randi that moaned with
pleasure as she sought out unexplored valleys and curves in the other
woman.  The buttons of the maid's blouse came apart expertly in her
hands, and where fingers explored before, the tongue and lips now
followed.  

Randi pulled Fran down to the floor, plunging her tongue, in a steamy
kiss, past the other woman's teeth.

The temporary servant was moaning herself at this advance and began
to feel Randi's curves through her dress.  Shortly it was Fran who
had rolled Randi over and was thrusting her tongue down the
brunette's throat.  Gasps of pleasure worked free from both women.
Bob was very pleased with this turn of events.

Randi and Fran allowed him to interrupt.  After pointing out the 
bedroom would be much more comfortable, he watched as they scrambled
to the other room together.  He slipped the orgasm block into both of
them, and went down the basement.

Shortly he'd found the book and went into the living room, sitting in
the same chair he'd had Randi in earlier.  Sipping his drink, he 
listened to the stream of moans and begging "fuck me, please, oooohh"
sounds from the bedroom.  His vicarious pleasure was about to begin.
He'd planned this since he saw the little tart at the mall.  He
reached out to feel the two women, entering into the streams 

Randi was putting out.  He could feel her lips brush the nipples of
the other woman.  Her heat filled his loins, the pleasure and pain of
the nips at her own nipples flooded his chest.  He could feel the
fingers invading her cunt.  He sensed the dripping fluids dribbling
down her legs.  His own pelvis lifted and pulsed in rhythm with hers.  
Fran became pinned under her, as she thrust her groin into the
blonde's face.  Clearly the blond was easily as far gone by now, as
Randi dug her tongue between Fran's cut lips, the fluids flowed into
her mouth.  He could feel the twist of Fran's fingers, reaching
Randi's tits.

Bob released the block on Randi's orgasm while he was inside her mind
stream, wallowing in the symbols spelling out the thrusting surge.  
He felt her muscled contraction tightly, again, and then again, and
once again.  He was certain he was wet in exactly the same way.   Then
he slipped into Fran's stream of consciousness, feeling a similar
punch of pleasure rising in her/his groin.  Randi chose the moment to
lunge her fingers into Fran's cunt, several, maybe an entire fist.  
Fuck!, god that was good, he released Fran too and she went
screaming, at the top of her lungs, over the edge.

Releasing the probe into the women, Bob relaxed.  Oh shit!, he looked 
down.  He'd had an orgasm too, messing his pants and his chair.  

How embarrassing.  Planning hadn't foreseen this, he reflected.

====

He cleaned up the mess.  Looking in on his toys, he saw they'd fallen
asleep, cuddled in each other's arms.

Very well, he thought.  I'm pretty well burnt out anyway.  Time to 
check out the book.  He began to search for references to 
organizations of telepaths, hunters, anything.  It was 2:00 AM when
he gave up.  There were no clues to anyone, not even the original
author.  He virtually had the Book memorized now.

He finally put it away again.  The basement was dark and gloomy.  He
needed to lift his spirits again.

Thinking about the two women together, his cock rose again.  He 
slipped in next to Fran.  He woke her with a shush...  

With Randi still asleep, he had Fran suck his cock, lubricating him 
with her spit.  Turning her around, he arranged her on her knees on 
the bed.  Her head next to Randi, her shoulders imbedded in a pillow,
her ass jutting up at him.  He spread her cheeks.  She made a small
whimper of joy, and he shushed her again.  His cock worked its way
into her ass slowly.  She bit down on the pillow.   He plunged in and
began to work up a rhythm.  Fran grunted a pleased sigh.  He pumped
and felt the flood coming again.  His groin squeezed the liquid fire
through his prick one more time for the night.  Fran spasmed a
orgasm, loud, but pleasantly shuddering against the bed clothes.

Randi slept through everything this time, even Fran's noisy orgasm.

And then he felt spent.  Fran dripped with come, and he watched her
waiting permission to get up.  With hesitation, he had her gather her
things and go home.  

He gave Fran a farewell kiss at the front door, and intimately drew
his fingers over each breast and her cunt before she departed.

====

He woke up Randi, telling her to go home.  Randi seemed reluctant to
depart.  She wanted to stay for more of his special treatment.  "Don't
worry, we'll get together again, soon."

"I'm prepared to move in, if you'll have me." she whispered.

"You want Fran, not me." He knew what brought out her heat, she'd 
missed it all along.  His new talent had helped see through her thin 
veneer.

"Yes, but you gave her to me tonight.  The whole thing wouldn't have 
worked if I'd tried to pick her up myself..." Her eyes begged him for 
more, both the humiliation and the control over other women.  "But she
is only one woman.  You are a treasure chest of unbridled sexual 
pleasure."

"So you think you want to be my whore? You want me to pimp women for
your use?"

"I'd pay for what you've given me, er, master." with this she 
announced her servitude.

"You will pay.  You'll find that if I own you, I'll used you often.
I'll think it over.  Go home." 

She pouted at him, but left as commanded.  He watched her car drive 
away in the darkness.

Clearing away the mess in the bed room, he collapsed into a solid 
crashing sleep.

He dreamed of being 'hunted' by predatory villains, wielding ray guns 
and carrying manacles.  The terror woke him, but he managed to drop 
off again, repeating the nightmare a few times...

Betty would visit tomorrow.

                       _A Weekend by the Book_
                             section (b)

Saturday morning, a dreamy semi-spring day crept up on Bob. He 
managed to get out of bed anyway. He knew the morning would give him 
little time to get chores out of the way...

Bob could feel the detergent powder against his skin after putting the 
bed clothes in to wash. The odor of sex had turned sour during the night, 
and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more pristine condition 
before Betty showed up. 

Randi had left her panties and bra behind.  He felt like a teenager, 
finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away to return later.  
As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained on the lingerie. He 
hesitated for a moment, then put them in a plastic bag in the crawl 
space.  He didn't think Betty would explore there.

Musing, he considered the practicalities of Randi moving in as his slave. 
Although she volunteered, he didn't see any practical means of keeping 
her in line without 'adjustment'.

Not that he was bothered by the power he had over her, but it was 
somehow more enjoyable when she *had* to cooperate without 
manipulation.

Not that he'd ever be able to explain to Betty.

He turned on some music, an old Beatles album.  About the time he heard 
the line "she came in through the bathroom window..." the doorbell rang.

====

Betty was in the study, working on an art project. Sometimes when she 
came over, it was to make use of the extra space his home afforded. She 
lived in an apartment about 30 minutes away, so while convenient, it 
wasn't exactly a trip she would make for only one purpose.

She realized that if she'd done this Friday night, she and Bob wouldn't 
have any time together. She was somewhat pleased that the speakers 
were fixed now too. She brushed something off her slacks.

Maybe, she thought, maybe Bob's the one. A real keeper, the 'Man of my 
dreams'. He'd stopped pushing her about sex lately too. This was a 'Good 
Thing' and to be admired, since it meant she could control that silly 
activity if they ever got married.

She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after all, 
marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with Bob, not ready 
to be completely serious yet.

She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.

====

Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on her 
thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he could slip a 
new chain of symbols into her nervous system. 

He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time would 
come to strip her of the misconception sex was silly. It just would
have to wait.

"How long is a china man?" he called to her.

[END]

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[BEGIN]
"What?" he'd gotten her attention.

"When are you going to be finished?," he shouted. "I've some yard work to 
do, but I might need to run some errands too."

"Go ahead, I could be a few hours. Then maybe we can go out for dinner!" 
she called back. He shuddered, wondering what type of culinary horror 
she would foist upon him this time. 

He stepped out to the garage, getting the lawnmower out. Soon, he was 
lost in the numbing vibrations, watching the clippings that escaped 
through the gap between the housing and the ground. He contemplated 
the fate of these small clippings.

====

He could feel people around him.

Betty, most certainly. But across the street he could sense the kids 
playing on the swingset/kid fort behind the house. He could feel the 
couple next door, working separately on household chores. Two 
teenagers were hiding behind a garage making out. Mr. Graenspin two 
blocks over had a whale of a hangover. 

The drivers of cars passing by sent out mixed signals of braking, 
accelerating.  The mailman was frustrated by sorting the goddamn mail 
for the twerps in 352, but he was looking forward to delivering to that 
divorced Mrs. Lansing. A bicyclist was staring at the tire before him 
rolling along the road.

The rolling murmur of mind voices started as a trickle but was starting 
to roar. It was building to a shouting crescendo! Bob dropped to his 
knees, clutching his hands over his ears and scream, at least he thought 
he did. The book had done this! He hadn't expected to hear everyone at 
once!

Seal them out, seal them out! The alien thoughts were pounding at the 
gates of his mind... he had to stop them. When he could work in a few 
thoughts of his own he imagined a curtain around his mind. He drew it 
about that thing which was 'Bob' and closed in underneath. 

The mass of minds quieted. He could still feel the plundering assault in 
throbbing waves, a little like the water of a shower pushing the curtain 
back. Realization dawned that his range had steadily increased and was 
undergoing another enormous growth. What he needed was some kind of 
filter, a bubble, some kind of shield he could selectively see through... 
and as he thought it, the shield began to form.

He found he was kneeling in the grass. Certain the entire crisis had 
lasted less than a handful of seconds, he continued to kneel, panting 
from the released pressure. It would pass, but the exertion of fighting 
off the effects of his power left him weak.

He had only a few more passes to make with the mower. He fought 
through it tenaciously.

====

He'd gone in the bathroom to recover. Betty, who was still diligently 
working, wouldn't disturb him in here. She seemed to respect some 
activities as sacrosanct.

He stretched out in the tub, fully dressed and leaned back. There must be 
a suitable way to relax after that experience. He thought his head would 
burst like a bad scene in a horror flick.

The best relaxation he could think of was sex.

Well, with Betty here, that was out for sure. Then the glimmerings of a 
plan came up from the cellars of his mind.

Testing his control of the shield he'd constructed, he looked in on the 
neighboring couple. He couldn't remember their names, but he could find 
out as he slipped into their minds.

The woman was easy to find. He was getting used to exploring women's 
thoughts...

She was taking a breather, sitting on the edge of her bed. She wasn't bad 
to look at, thought Bob, seeing her in the mirror through her own eyes. 

Her brown/blonde hair was styled into a fluffy perm. Her face without 
make up was attractive, high cheeks, narrow nose, expressive mouth, 
with a round, smooth chin. Her body was athletic, not real busty, but 
curved and rounded at the chest. From what he could make out of her 
legs, she was sculpted nicely there too. 

The decision came upon him, he wanted to make her, right now! It was 
just a matter of how to go about taking her. Thinking of his remote 
experience last night with his slave toys, the plan continued to grow in 
his mind.

He insinuated a control over the woman, making her wait at the edge of 
the bed.

Seeking out her husband, Bob slipped his consciousness into the man. He 
suppressed the other man's self into a sleep. Bob looked at his new 
hands, rough and callused from physical labor.  

He saw he was in the man's workshop, and had been running a lathe. He 
cut the power to the device. It took a little searching in the man's head 
to sort out the layout of the house. In short order he was at the door to 
the bedroom.

Before him, sat his lovely wife. Whoooops! Boy, did the native mind's 
thoughts crept up on him. Bob sat beside her inside this other body, 
turning her towards him for a light lip brushing kiss. She dropped her 
eyes.

"Oh honey, it's the middle of the day..." Bob tickled the nerves to send 
signals of mild arousal through her back, legs, arms and neck.

"I'll try to make it as though we've never touched before..." he whispered 
into an ear he had lifted a wisp of hair away from.

She silently acquiesced to his advances.

Kicking his shoes off, he laid her back over the freshly made bed. She 
set her arms above her head and allowed him to sink his tongue into her 
mouth.  Their tongues wrestled. Occasionally, he sucked one, then the 
other lip between his own, striving to created the physical sensations 
he could feel she craved.  With fingertips afire, he traced the muscles 
of her neck. He followed the same path afterwards with the tip of his, 
er, her husband's, tongue.

After a moments pause to contemplate her engrossed expression, he
carefully unbuttoned the first of her blouse's buttons. The skin exposed 
by this was treated to a gentle nibbling by his lips. Tactile sensations 
flooded outward from each spot he touched. He could feel the surge of 
excitement radiating within his own, er the other man's, body as well. 
Another button, another worshipful engagement of skin. He undid the 
third button, exposing the clasp of her bra. As he finished the skin to 
skin communication this time, he undid the bra's clasp, but stayed his 
hand from curling back the clothe.

By now she was squirming with luxurious joy. It was quiet, she, unlike 
his other recent conquests, was remarkably silent in her repose. When 
he pulled back the sides of her blouse, she began to pull it off herself, 
but he stopped her. She allowed him to roll her sleeves down from the 
shoulders one at a time, and as he did, his lips and tongue came to 
explore the newly exposed skin. She finally release a single low moan.

Bob reached across with a sliver of thought an magnified the sensation 
for her. He could see within her that she no longer had any control over 
her responsiveness.

Speeding the process a bit, he pulled her shorts away, leaving her clad 
now only in a partially opened bra, and her panties. Edging a hand down 
into the back of her panties, he brushed the backs of her cheeks. They 
clenched together under his hand beginning a hip motion of incredible 
delight to Bob.

The nameless woman before him watched his own motions as he stripped 
himself of the clothes he'd worn into the room. Moving on her own, she 
cupped his erect cock, a fairly normal size, in her hands and performed 
some of her own worshipful contact touches. He lay on his back and she 
began to trace her tongue all over him, with sensual little nips at his 
nipples. 

She tossed the now useless bra aside and putting her two slender legs 
together, she slid the panties off over her knees, ankles, then toes. He 
could see the panties were drenched. Undressed, the view of her was 
glorious. Her pussy hair was short and curly, forming a vase shape over 
her crotch. Her tits were little more than an handful, with erect pointing 
nipples begging for attention. 

He reached out to caress them. She slipped her lips over his prick. The 
tongue gently tickling the head of his prick, she took little nips at the 
skin along the length. He was surprised how agile she was at this. Then