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she vacuumed the entire length right down into her throat! He strained
not to come yet. She began to turn this into a serious problem, diving up
and down a few times, pausing, then repeating the performance.
On one of her thrusts, with penis lodged deeply in her throat, he loosed a
torrent of come. He could make out the swallowing muscles on the side
of her neck.
She sat up and smiled, licking any remaining drops from her lips. There
was a self satisfied, somewhat superior look on her face.
Not to be completely outdone, he turned her on her back and lifted her
hips. He started nibbling at her thighs, creamy soft on the surface, strong
and well exercised thighs. Working his tongue amongst the folds of skin
between her legs, he rapidly found the little boat her slit enfolded into.
There at the apex, was the knob of flesh he was seeking. Bob added a
little stimulus to the already twitching nerves, a surge of pleasant
symbols tickling in amongst the others her body already was producing.
Holding her hips up, he worked around so his host's balls hung over
her face, her knees resting on his shoulders. This exposed her ass to
penetration by his fingers. Feeling the apprehension at her ass being
invaded, he found the symbols in the nerve stream were countering the
gentle brushes his fingertips were making. He eased the pain symbols
out of the stream, and suddenly the arousal increased accordingly.
With the backdoor open to his gentle touch, he lubricated his fingers in
her cunt to a growing stream of quiet suppressed moans. He continued to
lick the lips of her cunt, but began sliding first one, then two, then
three fingers in passed her sphincter.
To his delight she was trying to press the fingers in deeper. By now she
had found his cock hanging before her face enticing. He was being
sucked, nibbled and licked back to stiffness.
Finally, hard again, he stood on the bed. Continuing to hold her hips up
off the bed, he entered the darkest cavern she held. He pressed his hosts
cock into her anus until his balls rested, nestled between her ass
cheeks. She, lost in her new sensations, went into overdrive.
She pummeled her ass against him, seething with desire to suck the rest
of him into her rectum. He reached down and began to brutalize her
nipples, now raging with a sensitivity to the surge of pain/pleasure that
drove through her tits to her throat.
"Gaaaaaawwwddddaammmnnniitt!" she burst out from her throat with all
the pent up lust contained in their actions. "FUGMEEEEE!" as she worked
through the wild thrashing and to her climax.
He pulled out of her ass and entered her now steaming pussy. Wet and
surging, her muscles squeezed the invading prick, causing another
spreading ejaculation. He was able to unleash another flood, enough so
that the new made bed would require changing again.
"unnnghh..." he muttered. Looking at the doll like woman before him, he saw
she was wasted from her exertion.
"You never made love to my ass before, sweetheart." she whispered in
oblivion.
"I told you it would be as though we'd never touched before..." He let the
man, his host, collapse. He planted a memory of this pleasant experience
behind and looked up at the shower curtain. Oddly, his own body felt alien
to him on returning.
This time Bob hadn't messed himself. He was completely thrilled at the
remote control sex he'd orchestrated. He felt refreshed from the
experience, not burnt out. And Betty was still working away downstairs,
none the wiser...
=====
They'd ended up at an Italian restaurant. It was a well hidden place named
Lorenzo's. The checkered tablecloths covered small tables crowded
together in such a way as to prevent two people from sitting back to back.
He ordered the Fettucini, she ordered Linguini in Clam Sauce. While they
waited for dinner, the waiter had left bread sticks for them.
He wasn't feeling very talkative, so Betty had let him be so far.
He watched with interest as she picked up her bread stick, slipped it into
her mouth and pulled the little seeds off by pulling the stick out of her
mouth. She had to repeat this several times to get all the seeds off. Then
she'd turn it around and work on the other end.
When she found several seeds remained, he found, she began to use her
little pink tongue to wet them down so they'd pop loose.
The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and out
of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch of his
pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.
She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing her eyes,
and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found he could spot her
teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue when she did this. It
infuriated him to know she insisted on waiting until they got married to
share any real intimacy.
He wondered if she knew about the little turn on motions she made, or if
it was all just a part of her mannerism.
And wondering was the same as acting, for in an instant he had a thread
into her mind.
She was considering the wisdom of having expresso after the meal. She
knew it would keep her up most of the night, but she liked the strong
coffee flavor after pasta. She could tell Bob was tense, but why, she
asked herself.
He had been fine around the house, she thought he was developing some
real talents for property upkeep. In fact when she'd gotten to his house
this morning, the kitchen was spotless. She could almost believe he'd
spent much of the evening cleaning last night.
She enjoyed having him treat her well. This dinner was excellent,
although she really should have insisted on the Thai cuisine she was
more interested in tonight. He hadn't quite allowed her to manipulate
the decision as smoothly as usual. Somehow she miscalculated his
willingness to yield to her wants and was surprised when he hadn't
given in when she agreed to Italian. The ploy had always worked before.
She would make him take her to a movie. This would help both of them,
she decided. He'd lose the tension he was displaying with a nice
dramatic romance movie, she was sure. The care and feeding of Bob, she
thought, I'm becoming the expert.
Annoyed, Bob withdrew the thread. He should have realized there was no
conscious effort to be sexy, seductive or mildly enticing on her part.
She was above such things in her own mind. A touch manipulative, but
she wasn't aware of those little sex cues she sent out in body language.
Maybe he should re-evaluate the relationship with her... no, he should
just modify it a bit. He grinned.
Betty took this as a sign he was perking up. There was no way for her to
know how this would change her life...
====
They were at the movie. It was some poor excuse for an artsy dramatic
romance. He was bored.
If only the flick had a touch of humor, rather than drowsy monotone
conversations, he might enjoy it. He liked romance, even tear jerkers,
but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing worse would be watching
nothing but TV commercials for two hours running.
So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to explore.
A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost escaped
his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he saw the
symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of thought energy.
But Bob couldn't sense any symbols within the path, rather maybe he
could. It looked like a simple imperative demand for a subconscious
response, a sort of feedback ping.
Watching it closely, Bob concluded it was traversing a circle, not unlike
a radar. He traced back towards its source, but the closer his own probe
reached for the source, the harder it was to dodge away so the beam
missed him.
A quick jab at the heart of the beacon gave him a view of three men
sitting with a stack of electronic gear. He pulled back just in time not
to come in contact with the beacon... Could these be the 'hunters' from
yesterday's encounter?
He jabbed out and back again, trying to pull an impression from one of
the men. He no sooner established contact than it was over. There
wasn't any way to learn from this without being trapped in the
mysterious beacon. Where were these guys at least?
Then the beam stopped sweeping. He could sense they had locked onto
something. He pushed in again to see what he'd found. Tapping into the
senses of one of the men he found himself looking on as another pulled a
wirelike helmet over his head.
"Probably another guy, figured out he was telepathic, screwing anything
in skirts he can find." he heard a voice.
"That or some jerk, just taking things away from other people. They get
that way when they figure out no one can stop them. Usually, the
property branch can pick them up just by following the weird police
reports. You know, 'I lost my car- I gave it away, but I don't know how or
why', some Sparks got no imagination."
"Yeah, but it can go for months without one of the creeps popping up."
"The naturals are rare, ya know. You ain't gonna find large numbers of
them."
Bob realized the man he had probed was a trainee and the explanations
were for his benefit, so to speak. Two great coincidental events!, the telepath
popping up just now, and a newly indoctrinated trainee to delve for info.
He dug in for information from this man. These were the 'hunters', he
was sure. They were trying to find telepaths. No big surprise so far. They
worked for some kind of super secret research project. It was vague,
vaporous even, the mystery source of funds and the authority behind the
project.
"My god!, its a woman!" One of the hunters exclaimed. "There aren't many
of them at the institute. The White Coats always wants another to study,
we may get a bonus!"
Suddenly interested, Bob determined this woman was one telepath that
would slip free of their net. First, with speed he didn't know he could
muster, he traced down their scanning beam, finding the woman.
{Flee, conceal your talent!} he sent.
{Who} she radiated {where are you?}
{hunters follow} he threw out cryptically {they'll catch you.} He
pulled her home address from her mind before slipping back to the
hunters.
He quickly realized he'd made some kind of error, there were all kinds of
alarms going off. The trainee was fumbling with a small electronic
device, trying to get it over his right ear.
"hurry, we can't let her know anymore than she already does!" The other
man was helping the trainee. Suddenly, there was no one there for him
to read. Three lumps of emptiness he could feel but couldn't penetrate
had taken the place of the hunters he'd been watching.
Allowing himself to snap free, he found his constructed defense
personality had escorted Betty back to the car. My, he thought, it's nice
to be able to do two things at once.
====
Back at the house, he invited her in for a cup of Java. It was rare
for him to do this, but not unusual. He knew she'd insist on tea though.
"Oh Bob, I'd love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee. It is so
much better for you at the end of the day."
She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving with a
grace he'd admired before, but now he knew for certain how unconscious it
was on her part.
He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled into his
favorite chair to wait Betty's return. Tonight he was determined to have
his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into Betty, the first he'd ever made to
Betty, that it would be a nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That
he'd be more malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him..
He could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding before it
despite counter arguments from within her psyche. Egocentric little bitch,
he reflected.
She came out of the kitchen with two mugs.
"Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don't start a habit of drinking
this stuff at bed time, I won't stand for it!" She announced, presenting
herself as the authoritative decision maker. It was time for this to
change, he decided. He made a small adjustment, a little series of symbols
to magnify the importance of his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he
added a little program to make her question her own decisions whenever
they affected other people.
"Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the evening.
Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts."
"Yes, yes. I suppose you're right." She confirmed smiling at him as though
her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about six or seven
feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her tea, sipping it
reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with the angle exposed to
him, he could make out the lines of her muscles and the supple skin from
her hair line to her shoulders. Her hair, draped as it was across her
shoulder, reached to her lap.
He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how self
centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little nymphomaniac
and set her loose in a football team locker, but no...
Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor.
Startled, a bit, she looked up at him.
"Yes?" she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under
discussion.
"Shhhh," he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first,
almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less
reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but
didn't make any motion towards improving the embrace.
Leaning his forehead against hers, "come on Betty, open up a little bit,
enjoy some tenderness."
"Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can just forget
it right now!" He teased the nerves of her pussy and clitoris a touch.
From below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire
up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words, and
another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat herself from some
unconscious source.
"Relax a bit Betty." he commanded twice, with his voice and also with
the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased back,
emotionally.
He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face gently to
his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from within himself. She
reluctantly cooperated, but didn't display the same passion.
He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind.
Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he found
the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman was
shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to sex, the
terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He recognized the little
girl as Betty. Who was the woman though? she only bore a superficial
resemblance to Betty.
He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly
receiving a continuous lecture.
{who is that?} he whispered to her.
{That's mama, she knows everything.} replied the child worshipfully.
{Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to the
first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self righteous behavior,
failure to live your own life, trying to run the lives of others. He
grinned. It might not be consistent to apply this debate to him, but it
might diffuse this fear Betty had of sex.
He hoped.
Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering women
began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade into a more
mature image, more like the grown woman he knew.
He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body was
beginning to respond to the lusty necking session.
It was time to take the next step.
He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and neck with
little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed out behind her head.
He brought a hand along the expanse of her shoulders, and drew it down
towards her breast.
"Please, Bob, don't" she whispered, following with a slight whimper as
his palm drew over the nipple. "oh!"
He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck with
his lips while he teased her breast with the most whispered touches.
"oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn't. I can't, aaah, oh no."
"You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to yield to
than me." He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment.
Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her head
away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose.
He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still massaging over
the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become erect. Taking the tip
between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled the nipple tighter.
"Ooooh Bob." Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She let out
another reluctant moan.
He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms over his
shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into his armpit.
"No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can't do this."
He ignored her plea.
He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked away as he
stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he flicked his
tongue around her nipples.
She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants and
drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill from
admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval providing a
teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed appendages. She
whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what to expect.
He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked woman.
She didn't exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated the exploration
of her lips an mouth, but she wasn't enthusiastically joining in either.
Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy aside,
pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few affirmative
actions on her own. Her hands started to trace across his chest,
exploring the handful of curly black hairs, discovering the shapes of his
nipples.
He reached for her crotch, finding her panties were still in place. They
were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places near the elastic.
He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them away, eliciting a startled
gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his hand down between her legs and
cupped her womanhood.
"Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn't, Bob" she was muttering, barely
comprehensible.
She wasn't aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she resisted
further, he had determined what he'd adjust, and how, to enforce her
cooperation. This didn't prove necessary, however, and she plastered her
body against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a
wicked, possessive look.
"Want it, or not, Betty, I'm taking you tonight. You will be my
property from now on." she pouted at his pronouncement, "You will
remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave."
"But," and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting against his
fingers, "ooooh Bob!" He could feel the wave of lust washing her insides,
and along with it a sense of shame over her lost control.
Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a
condom.. He'd gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she
wouldn't be on the pill, but he wasn't going to let her escape his
penetration tonight.
"Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you wouldn't
want to make any mistakes." She watched as he rolled the latex mitten
over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as he did. He was
uncertain if she was worried about his entry or getting it right later.
"Oh Bob, your thing is so big." Her eyes were open as wide as he'd ever
seen them.
"Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool, or... Well,
Don't call it a thing, not ever again."
"Oh!" her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice.
"Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in between."
She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to see
what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips of her
cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed surprise and
pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips seemed to try to
reach for him. He started to push into her recessed opening.
"Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh." He paused a moment, to let her speak.
"You see, Bob, I've never, I mean, you know."
He smiled, "I already know you're a virgin, Betty." Her eyes showed he'd
understood, and she nodding affirmatively. Then he inched his way in,
pressed against an obstruction he'd never encountered before in sex.
She was his first virgin, although he was determined she would be only
his first. She squealed in sharp pain as the hymen snapped. After a few
more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again.
"ooooh, Bob!" was followed by incoherent moaning and an occasional
whimper. He took his own time, because he liked watching the series of
pleasure/pain faces she was making. <gggnnnnh!> she was heaving
herself against his penis, attempting to drive him deeper. She suddenly
went wild, lunging her hips, thrashing her head from side to side until
the long dark hair he admired covered her face.
His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he pulsed as the
tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock. She screamed
with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own.
Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came down from it
quickly enough, still panting from the physical release.
He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he got up to
dispose of the cum filled condom.
"On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for the pill so
we can do this any time." he announced. She simply nodded, and curled up
in pleasant repose.
====
He had gone to the bathroom. She was grinning at him when he returned.
"I made that pretty difficult to get to, didn't I." she was trying to re-
establish some kind of control. He could tell, and wasn't having any.
"As I said earlier, you are now my chattel. My personal property. Do you
know what I meant?"
"Not entirely, but I'll be your property if you'll be mine," she offered,
trying to entice him to relinquish some of his control. If she'd made an
offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be making wedding plans
with her right now. She was still egocentric, and he had already laid the
program in place for her change in attitude.
"No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My property
to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly making me listen
to you whimper that we shouldn't screw.. Now I think you need to be
punished."
"But," and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal questioning
of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at the behavior she
still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better to punish her for
enjoying sex than Bob. "ohhh!"
"Why don't you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and get the
blood you dripped off?"
"But Bob, it's midnight!, I've got to get home or I won't get any sleep!"
"You're staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and eggs, say an
omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower."
His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently felt his
assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass she could
carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs.
He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap while she
worked.
====
Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness.
She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the edge of the
bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn't planted intentionally.
She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking inside her the source of
this obsession led him back to the source of resistance he'd dissolve
earlier.
Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl, there was
now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty who was
virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her she was
his property, she had to do as he said.
He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought, interesting
that she needs an internal governor to keep her content. Now that she's
rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she'd selected him instead. Good
enough for now.
"Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now." She nodded and
slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare little tush
against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle her, cupping
one of her tits in his hand.
Shortly, he slept again.
====
He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn't seem to want to
move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled as his eyes
connected with hers.
"Good morning." she whispered, as though the neighbors might hear.
Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy with each
other to care if she stayed overnight.
"Mmmm, yeah." He untangled himself from her and looked at the clock.
"Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the way you are."
Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again.
"Right away!" she zipped out of the room.
Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water's warmth.
He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and dressed. When he got
downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked, to get the table set, make
the omelet and bacon he'd ordered last night, and clean some of the
associated mess in the kitchen. Good girl, he thought.
"May I get dressed now, Bob?" she inquired. Her dark hair was tickling
the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped down the front, it
almost slipped into her delectable little pussy.
"Ah, no, I'm enjoying the view." he muttered, wondering if he could hold
his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at the other plate
she'd put out.
He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat. She
waited with her hands in her lap.
"You may eat too, I wouldn't want you to go hungry." She gave a wanton
look at him and began to dig in.
"Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in here. And
I don't want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too much space, so
check with me if you've any doubt what can stay."
"Oh, really!, I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!" She was
now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every glimpse
of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth.
"And you'll help Randi move in too." he added. The seemed to shake her
like a thunderbolt!
"Who?"
"Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think she likes
girls a bit."
Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying to cope
with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the advances
of a predatory lesbian!
"She's very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along
famously." He added, watching her struggle with his evidently
superior opinion against her childhood trained fears. He threw in
something else to get her mind on something else, "I'd like you to
try harder to wear sexier outfits around the house too."
"Okay Bob, if you'd like that, I'll see what I can do."
Soon he'd finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched her clean
the plate before her.
"Since you are being so helpful this morning, you'd better take care of
another little detail right now."
"Oh, what...?" she looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him.
She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing although,
he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect. She stepped to
him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
"Kneel down." still puzzled she did, "now you are going to blow me."
Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was about to
throw her to wild tigers. He grinned.
"You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why don't you
tell me what scares you about going down on me."
"I, I just couldn't take your th.., cock in my mouth! Its dirty! and,
er, disgusting..." He eased each of her fears aside within her, as
she mentioned them. Taking control of her volitional muscles he began
bringing her lips to his prick. He pushed the control to the point her
lips opened and that favorite little pink tongue he liked to watch
snaked out and slid across the head of his organ. Gawd, that felt
good.
"I, <gulp>, can't do this. It, <slurp> its vulgar!" She said between
licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair in his fist,
holding it so she couldn't move away. Not that this was necessary,
but it felt so good to hold while he fucked her tender face.
"You'll do it, and probably find you like it." a fact he was sure of,
although he didn't enforce this enjoyment on her part yet. "Open up a
bit."
Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between both sets
of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this demanding method of
entry to her body, but she was showing determination to please Bob.
"Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to the idea
that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want. Agreed?" He
pulled out to let her speak.
"Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place." She dove into her new task
with energy, if not experience. He relented a little, opening the
paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment while blowing him.
She became more enthusiastic, almost immediately. She found any loose
edge or surface on his prick to reach her tongue around. He started
pulling her head towards him, starting her retching from the
autonomic response of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to
recover. While she did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his
cock, she got the idea quickly and massaged it until she could get
her lips back in place around her new project. He thrust towards the
back of her throat and allowed his orgasm to build.
"I'mmm commming," he admitted as he pushed towards the back of her
mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from his penis
to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed. Pulling back, while
he was still coming, some of his come splattered over her face.
He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz.
She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She looked
quizzically at him.
"You will clean up after breakfast without removing the semen from
your face. This will serve to remind you who you belong to. Then you
may take a shower and dress. Get to work."
"Yes Bob." she responded.
"One more thing."
"Yes?"
"When we are alone or with my other sex toys, you will address me as
'master'." She looked down, as though this was another slap in the
face. But he could feel the humiliation bringing heat to her loins. It
would wait, just as he'd waited months before taking her.
"Yes master." was the simple reply.
He zipped up his pants.
====
"Hello?" came the woman's voice on the phone.
"Randi, this is Bob."
"Yes, Bo..., er master?"
"I want you to start the process to move in here, you will find Betty
here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house key." "Oh yes!,
I mean, yes master!" She'd certainly turned, he thought. "One other
thing. You don't touch her. Do you hear me?"
"Yes master."
"She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do, at least for
now, do you understand?"
"Um, yes master."
"Bye." Click.
====
About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get here,
thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she hadn't stepped
out to get anything.
At the door was a tall woman, about 5'11" wearing a dress suit in gray.
She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had been shaved off
and had just grown back in enough to look presentable. She was slender,
very busty, and had attractive ankles showing above the flats she was
wearing.
"Hello." she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor perhaps.
"How may I help you?" he asked. The temptation to reach out and probe
this stranger was strong, but he resisted.
"May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have searchers
anywhere."
"The what?" He replied, stunned by the implication that she had found
him, rather than the other way around.
"At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?" She
waved her hand inwards.
Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home, wondering
what her story was.
***** Public Service Statement *****
The following story contains a 'scene' with a lactating woman.
This is at least in part because of the number of responses I
received from a number of readers who caught the mild hint in an
earlier entry of _The Book_ series. Apparently many people share this
particular fetish, although it is not a simple task to attain the
experience. In part, this is because women who are nursing may or may
not let the kid's father nurse, but a woman would need a very special
relationship to nurse another woman. Them's da breaks.
A few items of interest on nursing mothers...
** A MOTHER NURSING HER BABY IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY SEXY ** If she is
nursing her baby, she is feeding the child, not posing for someone's
fantasy. It is hard enough to nurse an infant, don't make it harder on
any woman you happen to see in the middle of the act. Ignore it, look
the other way, or even better, treat it as a natural act- the same as
walking or talking. Do not annoy someone trying to raise their baby
properly.
More mothers are nursing children on the recommendation of doctors for
a simple reason. It's healthier for the baby to nurse. Doctors in the
US will acknowledge the child's first 3-6 months should be nourished
by nursing.
There are a reasons it is healthier for the baby, including the
biological-chemical signals from the mother's immune system to the
baby delivered via the milk.
It's also healthy for the mother; a significant percentage reduction
in the risk of breast cancer results from nursing for a reasonable
duration (I forget the actual statistic, does it matter?).
Lastly, it is probably the most important part of emotional bonding
between the mother and the infant. In their entire lives, there is no
more intimate act the two will perform together. This assertion TM by
a variety of child care pundits.
If you are interesting in Breast Feeding your child (not the adult
infant you keep as a pet), I strongly recommend you contact, in the
US anyway, the _La Leche League_ (I've been known to call them 'the
leaky league'). They have active chapters in most communities.
Although I personally feel they have an anti-male bias, frequently
ignoring an important support element of the mother's family - the
father; I assure you they are a good organization, helping mothers
learn to nurse their children in the face of social stigma and
ignorance.
Interesting points... 1) a woman need not go through child birth to
begin lactation, 2) lactating doesn't protect against pregnancy
(contrary to popular myth), 3) Men *can* lactate, but the conditions
permitting this biological oddity are brutally unhealthy.
End of religious diatribe.
** THAT SAID **
There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's
breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part in
addition to the simple sensualistic performance. This can lead to
several fun scenes, which may be explored in the story line
following. Wanna lay odds on that?
_Book, What Book?_
Bob looked at the clock. It was a little after noon.
The tall woman in the gray suit now sat in his arm chair, drinking a
cup of caf. Bob had a plastic cup filled with soda. She said her name
was Kim, and that was all she'd offered so far.
Betty had gotten the woman her hot drink. Kim had snorted at her and
dismissing her as unimportant, at least for now. Betty hovered in the
kitchen, spying whenever possible on this unusual visitor.
"How did you discover you've got the 'ability'?" asked Kim.
"I read a book."
"A what!?!"
"A book. I found a book filled with interesting notes. Before I knew
it, I could read mind and influence people. Honest."
"Oh, such as your friend?" she waved her head in the direction of
the kitchen, where Betty was noisily putting the breakfast dishes away.
"I never had it so good, I didn't get any lectures or notes. So what
have you done with the little tart so far?"
His ears burned red with embarrassment, "Never mind her. Where did
you learn how to, um, well, you know..."
At this she snaked out a telepathic probe towards Betty. Quickly, Bob
intercepted it and slapped it aside. Startled, she sent a probe towards
him. It slithered around, confused in the phony personality he'd
created for telepaths to see. He just sat back, pleased with her
confusion, feeling his safety was assured.
"Oh, my... protective too," she said, eyeing him closely. The look in
her eyes akin to fear.
"Stick with the subject at hand. Where did you learn to use your,
'ability' did you call it?"
"Ability, yes, ability... well," she became reflective, "for me, you
see, before life turned upside down I was a Buyer, for Cheney's.
Perhaps you've heard of them? The department store chain?"
He nodded an affirmative, but didn't speak, encouraging her dialogue.
"I never would have developed my 'ability' if it weren't for Harry...
I was just briefly in town for a new line of merchandise, never mind
what, it no longer matters. That's when I saw Harry for the first
time. The real problem wasn't me seeing him; it was unquestionably an
issue of him seeing me..."
====
She entered the store in her favorite silk pattern blouse, and a knee
length skirt when he spotted her. Her hair was in a mane like perm,
down to her shoulder blades and dyed blonde in an almost undetectable
way, except her complexion was a little dark to make a good fit.
She had soft brown eyes he could see from the corner of the room. Her
lips formed a lush cupid's bow, and her nose was perfectly framed in
the center of the other lovely features of her face. Her expression,
a seductive perpetual pout with her eyelids lightly drooped, was
unintentional.
She was tall to begin with and wore 3 inch heel shoes in an 1940's
style he could only remember seeing before in old movies. Her shape
through the hips was only slightly curved, but her chest, well her
chest stood out indescribably far.
He had been using his power for a day when he'd seen her, but he knew
immediately he had to have her. His approach was simple and direct,
he ordered her to turn about immediately and go to his home.
He picked up the packages he'd 'purchased' so far, making the sales
girl believe he was entitled to such gifts.
Of course, the other gifts he accepted from her before he left included
squeezing her tits, groping her cunt, and that great blow job. He made
sure to get her phone number, ordering her to forget the encounter.
She even told him how wonderful it was to serve him, with a
godalmighty radiant smile. He'd told her to, after all.
The power made him giddy. Harry, oh you know, he was the kind of guy
who now believed he was God. He'd always knew he was entitled to
anything he wanted, no matter how he got it, and now, well, now he got
it.
====
She was waiting, somewhat glossy eyed at the door to his apartment
when he arrived. His command of the talent was a little odd. He seemed
to think it was hypnosis, and his orders tended put his chosen ones
into trances.
"I'm going to take some of my orders off you. When I do, you will be
unable to leave, but able to speak your on your own. You understand?"
She didn't respond. It took him a moment to figure he hadn't let go
enough to let her do so. This was new for him too. Up until now, all
he did was force girls he'd taken to perform sex with him. This was
making him happy so far. But he was gonna step up. She was gonna talk
to him too.
"What have you done to me?" she demanded. She would have stamped a
foot, but didn't seem able to move it.
"Taken control. You will do anything I say, and at least act like you
like it too." he answered.
"You disgusting brute. There are names for creatures like you, but I
won't insult the others by associating you with them!"
"Step inside please," he said opening the door.
"Not on your fucking life!, I'm going to scream!" She began to do so,
but, Harry's seen that before. He smiled.
"Every time you scream for help, instead you will beg for me to hit
you. If you try to call or ask for help when other folks are around,
you will have an urge to nibble sexily on my ear."
"Please hit me," came from her mouth, much to her surprise. "oh, no."
she clasped her hands over her disobedient lips.
He waved her inside. Kim found her feet and legs were answering to
another set of commands than her own. She walked inside.
The apartment was a dump. No one had cleaned inside for at least a
week. The art on the walls was mostly pin-ups from pornographic
magazines, or tasteless posters for violent horror movies.
"You don't really expect me to stay, do you?" she tried again to turn
and leave, "I simply won't put up with this!"
"Oh, you have no choice. If I want, you'll crawl to me on your belly
and beg me to keep you in a kennel.. Good thing for you all I want is
a good fuck. You'll like it."
"That's it!" and she walked, no she didn't! so she said "hit me, I beg
you, hit me." Tears ran down her cheeks.
He was giggling, in a sneering sort of way. Harry thought this was
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more fun than just turning the other girls into pliant blow-up dolls.
She stood, stunned at her inability to control her own body.
"Get undressed in the bedroom. I'm gonna get a beer, and I'll be in
in a moment." He sneered a little. She realized his sneer could get
worse.
Her volition missing, she went to the bedroom. This proved to be a
room strewn with clothing, probably the pile against the corner were
the clean ones. A mattress lay on the floor. The sheet was loosely
tucked under it in a few places.
Her beautiful silk blouse she folded up next to her shoes. The skirt
was placed upon the blouse. Her high heels were put along to one
side. She was unsnapping the bra when Harry came in.
"WOW." he exclaimed. "Those are the largest fucking bazooms I've ever
seen on a broad." He took the immediate liberty of wrapping both hands
around one breast and squeezing.
His expectation of her response didn't mesh with her actual response.
He wanted a moan or a sigh, and when this didn't come he frowned. He
added a new command.
"You'll get hot every time I touch you. This will make you get horny
and want to come. But you can't come 'til I say so." and then he
used the power to make her do as he said.
Harry was very sexy. She could now see how handsome he was. He had
her nipples between his fingers and was twisting them, very hard.
This had an effect of drawing sexual heat through her chest. Her
knees wanted to buckle, but she had to get to the bed.
She was kissing Harry. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and
dove into his lips. He was great! There wasn't enough to him to get
her desires fulfilled. She didn't know how she had missed it before!
She rubbed her breasts on either side of his lust covered face. Her
feminine hands felt for Harry's prick in his crotch.
Since his pants were in the way, she began to strip them off him. She
couldn't move far without rubbing her crotch against some part of
Harry's body. The more she touched him or the more he touched her, the
farther she went down the path of desire. Yet it was a yearning for
an orgasm that wasn't coming.
"Okay slut. You're so fucking hot. You gotta get me hot. Start suckin'
my wang." he pushed her head down to his crotch.
She'd actually never performed oral sex before. As she placed the male
organ in her mouth, she began to suck it like a straw. This made her
hot too, since just touching Harry was enough to make her lust for
orgasm, and desparate for more. Unsastified by her clumsy efforts, he
fucked her wet mouth with force, plunging against the teeth at the back,
unconcerned how it worked out.
"Suck it, cunt. Yeah suck it." He continued to pump, thrilled about
the incredible woman wringing his juices out of his cock. "oooohh,
yeaa.. fukit fukit... uhhh."
A surge of come entered her mouth, she choked, not thinking to
swallow. The come dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her
chin to drip on Harry's legs.
"You fukin' bitch! Don't you know enough to swallow it?" He shouted,
his displeasure overriding his enjoyment. Somehow, he overlooked his
explicit control of her behavior.
She shook her head, upset that she'd failed to please Harry. She
swallowed what was left, and began to clean him off with her tongue
and lips.
"Yeah, use your tongue bitch! Clean it all off." She did as told,
aroused again by the contact. Her body was humping at the hips madly.
Her legs were squeezing together in sheer lust. She began to feel her
own cunt and clit, trying to get off without success.
She was licking the come off his balls and cock. Soon it began to stiffen
up again. She was pleased. Now he could get her off. She wanted his
cock inside her. She didn't care how brutal he acted as long as she
got to have him.
"All right!" He slammed her onto her back. She anxiously, with
excitement, pulled her legs apart so he could gain easy access. He
couldn't get in her womanly box fast enough for her.
He pinned each of her wrists above her head, allowing himself a better
view of the helpless woman. She could sense that bruises would grace
both arms and wrists afterwards. Fighting through the haze of
orgasmic lust, she hoped for the release to come. Hoping the
frustrating wait for orgasm would reward her with the energy it was
promising.
He pushed his prick between her cunt lips, thrusting his entry once
the head was in. The heat surged upwards from her groin, not yet
breaching her chest and throat. She pulsed against his cock, hoping
for each pistoned join to throw her over, glad of the chance to
take such pleasure with Harry.
Harry, lost in her cunt, was in heaven. Such a righteous chick to
take. The strongest aphrodesiac ever, this power to force her. She
was all his, she couldn't leave. He would even give her a name, one
he liked, and she would like it too.
His body pressed against hers, he could feel her nipples. She felt the
shock of electric excitement spin through her boobs. She needed this
fuck so badly. Harry was the best.
Suddenly, he grunted. "ungh, ungh aaaaaaaa FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" and he
sent a warm liquid rush into her cunt. She could feel it flood through
her vagina, escaping around the edges of his cock. The dripping
overflow tickled the backs of her thighs and slipped over her ass.
Harry rolled aside. Kim kept trying to hump against his legs. Her
fevered pitch was becoming higher and more frantic. She had to come,
only he could make her. As if she were a dog in heat, she kept trying
to get his attention.
She held his leg against her crotch, with her head performing
whiplash twists as she moaned, "Please, ooooo, pleeaase, unnng,
ooohhh, aaannngg, gggg, ggg ggg, nnnnghh. Oh fuck me, pllllleeeaaaaa,
aah aaah ahhh, ssssss"
Almost as if he didn't really want to acknowledge her, he said, "You
slut, heh, can I call you slut now?"
"Yess, fuck me, fuck me, call me, uh, anything you want, slut is
fine, please, just please, fuck me." Then Harry took one nipple in
his mouth and bit down, hard. This sent a jolt of sexual pleasure
through her body.
"You're my fuckin' bitch now. Say it. Say you belong to me."
"God, yes. please fuck me, unnh, I, unnn"
"Not until you say it bitch. Say you are mine, all mine."
"GGGnnn! I'm your slut, your bitch, aaaa, gawdamn, fuck me please
fuck me."
He grinned with superiority. "Come when I stick my finger up your
ass...," he commanded.
"Oh god, unnnhhh, please... fuck..." she moaned deeply. She'd never
liked anything in her ass before, but she'd do anything for the final
jolt of orgasm that was building. "GOD!, please take my ass soon.
aaaah"
He lost his face in her large tits again. She was desparate to come,
unwilling to irritate him, her greatest desire was to please him,
to convince him to make her come. She begged, she pleaded for his
finger, for any touch of that finger, in her ass right away.
He moved a hand onto her ass. The cheek was firm and muscular. She
lurched in both arousal and anticipation. Both cheeks were pinching
in and out to excite her pussy. With a suddenness, borne of taunting,
he plunged a finger up her ass. This too gave her unexpected
pleasure, but most importantly, the release she was waiting for...
"OOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEAAAAAAEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGNNGGGOD!" she screamed.
And began to collapse, limp as a dish rag.
====
He took her again. Each time in a way she'd heard of but never dreamed
she'd find enjoyable. His turn-on seemed to be anything he could force
on her, and she would like it. He was always in charge, always
calling the shots, always overriding her initial feelings. She was
expected to remember what he liked, and do it for him without being
told.
He called her Bambi. He said it suited her. She felt particularly
humiliated by this, she'd known a woman named Bambi who was a
prostitute. When he learned this he was particularly proud of
himself. She was only to answer to Bambi whenever anyone addressed
her.
He programmed her to come whenever he held her wrist and squeezed her
elbow. She had some lurching, far less than secret orgasms on public
buses, in the bank, outside a high school window. The little boys
were lewdly staring through the windows. She could imagine their wet
little dongs, dripping in their pants. He made her come twice that
time.
Once, it was a crowded elevator. He told her to expose her boobs to
the guys on the elevator. Everyone was allowed a feel, he insisted.
He allowed her to accept money from one of the men, embarrassing her
even more.
The humiliation excited her almost as much as his touch. He made her
come for every man on that elevator at least once, and blow the last
guy on the top floor. She wasn't allowed to swallow the semen until
they got back downstairs.
He got other women, when she got a little boring. Then she did things
like video-tape him when he was screwing. But he was too thrilled with
her huge tits to let her go...
She lived with him for almost a year this way. She prayed he would
never throw him out. She needed him so badly, needed the humiliation,
the public shame. He was her dream man. The man she knew she always
needed. She came to feel this was certain. She'd never known a better
lover.
He decided he needed a new apartment. Since there was no reason to
pay for anything he could get free, it was a large apartment. And he
got a maid to come clean it up. She also did his prick once in
awhile.
Bambi didn't mind. It was important for her to see him using other
women too. She wanted him to have some variety. He kept her though,
so she must be better, she felt.
He collected a few nice cars for himself. And a good stereo, some
furniture that wasn't shabby at all, thank you. Nor were the two
legged furniture he collected shabby either.
And eventually, he collected some new friends, unexpected friends.
====
They came while he was out. Several large men with hypodermics.
They'd given her a shot, not at all concerned that she was naked in
high heels when she answered the door. A few minutes later, she slept.
When she awoke she was in a bedroom, an entire wall was mirror. She
screamed for Harry for a while. She thought he must have come up with
a new way to embarrass her, maybe selling her into a brothel.
A man came in from time to time to ask her questions; who was she?
(Bambi), where did she live? (with Harry), what did she do? (fuck
mostly)...
At one point a different man came in and tried to fuck her. What he
really did was try to seduce her in a very before-she-met-Harry
manner. The idea someone was watching from behind the mirror was
exciting, but not enough to get her engines going.
The man was disappointed, but didn't seem upset with her.
Later, a woman tried the same thing. Bambi, wasn't interested, thank
you. Harry said such things were disgusting, she thought it was
pretty vile too.
It was after she got frustrated about not getting laid, she had no
idea why, the change came.
The next time a man came to ask her questions. He had no idea what he
was in for...
====
She reached out with her mind and made him slap her. Her loins rose,
entirely aflame. She did something to him, making him use his
strength to force himself on her.
In moments, he'd torn off the clothes she'd been given, thin hospital
like things. He twisted her nipples as hard as he could, sitting on
her to keep her from fighting back. She would have scores of new
bruises afterwards. She loved it.
She was hot and ready. Her cunt was drenched. He wrenched her arms
behind her back, pushing her on her back to hold them there. Then he
used his knees to separate her legs and opened his pants up one
handed.
While her head was thrashing left to right, emitting gasps and the
beginnings of a panting rhythm, he pressed his cock into her. She'd
done something to hold him back for a time, she wasn't sure what.
He pounded away at her, giving her biting kisses that bruised her lips
in ways she found tantalizing. From time to time he slapped her
breasts open handed. Almost invariably, somewhere she wanted it.
"aaaannnNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOODAMMMMMM!" she screamed, releasing an orgasm
to rival the one she'd first had with Harry. The man began to fill her
with his come, squeezed almost dry by the combination of her muscled
cunt and his intensity. He collapsed immediately, completely spent.
While she lay there, panting with only reminiscences of the release,
several men rushed in the room. The needles stabbed her before she'd
known what hit her. The pain was a pleasant aftershock.
How did they know she was responsible for the whole thing...?
====
"Eventually, I woke up in a lab. These guys had something that
stops you from controlling them. They shaved my head to attach some
kind of monitoring equipment. I think it was a couple of weeks before
I got away though, it might have been longer."
"How'd you do that?" Bob asked.
"Some people never remember to check batteries." So, he thought, a
carelessness they may never repeat, "One day, one of the guys forgot
it for his whiz box. I got control and he helped me escape. Not before
I got to see how telepaths are treated, though. Harry, well, Harry is
as good as dead."
"And they've hunted you ever since."
"Well, I set myself up for a while, even had a bunch of toy men to
serve me. Like you have that little twat on a leash." she grinned a
weak grin, "its nice to have 3 men at once, at my beck and call.
Especially since they did exactly what I wanted. But somehow the
Institute found my hideout."