Molly Harmelin sipped at her Coors Light with a hip cocked against the side of the mini-shuffleboard machine.  Her boyfriend, Matthew, was sighting his shot and then he let the little disk fly.  Molly was already so far ahead that he was going to have to have a near-perfect game from here on in to win.  They were only playing for fun, but Molly was fiercely competitive and hated losing at anything, so she engaged in some good natured trash talking.

“Are you going to take all night?  Drawing it out isn’t going to make it any better.”

“Maybe if you let me take my shots without distracting me I would be playing a better game.”  Matthew shot back with a grin.

“You haven’t seen distracting yet,” Molly laughed.

Matthew took his shot and it went wide.  Molly yelped with glee and did a little hop.  Molly giggled and bounced in all the right places when she hopped, something that was not lost on her boyfriend.

Molly pushed Matthew out of the way with her round butt and took position for her next shot while stayed behind her.  She felt his hands on her hips and said, “Hey, no touching.”

“So it’s okay if you distract me, but I’m not allow to distract you?”

She felt him press into her from behind and gave her ass a little wiggle, but said, “Teasing’s one thing, touching is another.”  Molly felt Matthew’s hands slide up her sides and she put her hands over his, stopping him from moving higher.  The bar was crowded and no one seemed to be paying any attention, but Molly still didn’t like the idea of Matthew groping her in public, even if his hands did feel really good.  “Come on, Matthew.  Seriously, stop.”

Reluctantly, Matthew took his hands off her and moved to the side of the machine where she’d just been standing.  He was drinking a pint of Harp and he drained the last of it while he battled his frustration.  Sometimes dating Molly he felt like someone who owned a Ferrari but was never allowed to take it out of second gear.  Molly was a stunningly beautiful girl and he still had trouble believing she was dating him.  As Molly leaned forward to take her shot he surreptitiously tried to sneak a peek down her V-neck, but it wasn’t deep enough for him to see any more than cleavage.  With full, soft curves, Molly had a body to die for and while she didn’t hide it, she also did not dress to show it off either.  She just wasn’t that type of girl.  Matthew knew a lot of other guys would have moved on after having dated her for so many months and not gotten more in the bedroom, but he cared about her a lot and he didn’t want to screw things up by trying to rush her.

Molly did end up winning, but she didn’t rub it in Matthew’s face too badly.  He asked if she wanted another beer and when she said yes, he pushed his way through the crowd to the bar.  It took a couple minutes for him to work his way back to Molly and when he did he found a guy with her, lighting her cigarette, which was two things he didn’t like.  It seemed like any time he left Molly alone for more than two minutes in a place like that there was some guy hitting on her.

“Hey, honey, got your beer,” Matthew said, handing Molly a fresh bottle and putting his arm around her.  He kissed her cheek and the interloper got the message, moving on with a sheepish look.

“Jealous much?”  Molly said playfully.

“How would you like it if girls were constantly hitting on me?”

“Girls check you out and I don’t have any problem with it,” Molly said innocently, and smiled and added, “As long as they keep their distance.”

“See, you’re no better than I am.”

Molly took a drag on her cigarette and Matthew moved away, out of her cloud of smoke.  She knew why he’d moved and made a face at him.

“So are you quitting soon?”  Matthew said.  He just couldn’t help making a comment.

“I promised you I was going to quit.  You don’t have to say something every time I light up.  I just can’t do it on my own.  I know I don’t have the willpower.”

“You can do anything you set your mind to.  So what are you going to do?  The patch?  Gum?”

“I have an appointment to see a doctor this week.”  Molly did not elaborate.

“I don’t mean to keep bugging you.  It’s just concern.”

“I know.  It’s okay, really.”

“Why don’t we get out of here after this beer?”

They drove back to Matthew’s apartment where she’d left her car and he asked if she wanted to come in.  It was very late, but she wasn’t ready to go home yet.  Inside, Matthew turned on a light while Molly used the bathroom.  Afterward they snuggled into the couch to watch a movie from Matthew’s extensive DVD collection, as had become their late night habit.  It had also become habit that they didn’t make it more than twenty minutes into the movie before they were necking.

Molly loved the way Matthew kissed her.  He didn’t shove his tongue down her throat like a lot of guys, but his kisses were gentle and passionate.  She twisted around in his lap and he cradled her as they kissed.

Matthew brushed Molly’s raven hair back from her neck and lightly kissed from the nape of her neck to just behind her ear.  He felt Molly stiffen in his arms and her perfectly painted nails on the back of his neck.  His kisses turn to light sucking and he knew from experience that Molly was melting.  He knew just the spot to gently suck on to drive her wild.  It was only fair, he thought, considering the effect she had on him.  Even now, he could feel all his blood rushing between his legs.

Feeling Matthew’s erection pressing into her side, Molly tried to ignore it.  He was making her feel very good and in that state she did not want to be thinking about his cock.  She had great self-control, but she wasn’t made of stone and lately things had been progressing physically.  She hadn’t slept with Matthew yet, but they were getting more physical.  His hand pushed under her tight shirt and he massaged her ample breast through her lacy bra.  Again, he did not crush her breast like some guys, but took his time, massaging her whole breast, his fingers spiraling to zero in on her growing nipple.  Molly had large breasts and most guys seemed to forget there was anything more to her once they started fooling around.

Matthew felt the thickness of Molly’s nipple pushing into his hand and he ran his fingers over it, causing his girlfriend to shake.  When he sucked on that special spot on her neck and teased her nipple he got a deep moan from her, just the reaction he was hoping for.  Reluctantly he removed his hand from Molly’s breast, but only so he could inch her shirt up.

Bowing his head, Matthew smothered the abundant flesh of Molly’s breasts that was pushed out by her bra with kisses.  A tiny gold cross laid in the valley between her breasts as a reminder of her virtue.  He could have lost himself in her deep cleavage.  He managed to pull her bra far enough aside that he could fix his lips over her nipple and suck on it.

“Ohhh, Matthew,” Molly moaned, her pulse pounding.  She could feel the dampness growing between her legs and knew they were getting into a danger zone.  Molly was no stranger to passion, but when Matthew touched her she felt the urge to cast her morals aside.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want Matthew.  It had been so long since she’d had sex.  It was just that she wanted to make sure everything was right before they did anything.

Matthew worked the snap on Molly’s shorts open and was surprised when she didn’t stop him.  He had touched her there before, but she stopped him as often as not.  He pushed his hand into her shorts and found Molly hot between her legs.  He cupped her pussy and pressed his fingers into it through cotton panties.  Molly arched and pushed into his hand.  He gripped her again and he heard a whimper escape her lips.

Molly ran her hands through Matthew’s thick hair.  He really was pushing all the right buttons tonight.  When he touched her pussy it felt so good.  He was rubbing her lips in little circles and he kept brushing against her clit.  She tingles all over and the air conditioning did nothing to cool her off.

Matthew moved to slip his hand into her panties, but Molly grasped his wrist and whispered, “No.”  He didn’t press her and that was one of the reasons she liked him so much.

Pushing off Matthew’s lap, Molly sat up beside him and pulled off her shirt, which was already pushed up over her breasts.  She saw Matthew staring at her breasts, straining against her white, lacy bra and knew he wanted her to remove it, but she didn’t.  Instead she leaned over and worked on opening his shorts.  Once she had them open she pulled his cock out and moved her hands over it.  It was hot as a branding iron in her hands and it seemed to transfer it’s heat right into her.  She couldn’t help but wonder what his cock might feel like inside her, but she tried not to think on it too much.

“That feels really good,” Matthew said breathily as Molly caressed his large cock, her fingers flitting up and down his shaft like a hummingbird’s wings.  The way she was leaned forward he thought she might take him in her mouth, but she disappointed him.  She’d only sucked her off a couple times, but it had been an incredible experience when she’d done it.  He was not too disappointed to get off, however.  She definitely had the touch.  As Molly pumped his cock in her hands Matthew’s hips humped forward and in just a couple minutes she had him gasping for air and cumming.

Molly hadn’t thought ahead and when Matthew came his jizz arced into air, most of it landing back on him, but some of it staining her breasts.  She felt kind of funny, but didn’t say anything.  She kept pumping Matthew until he finished cumming and then let him give her a quick kiss before running off to the bathroom to clean up.

+++
 
 

“Are you done with the copier yet?”  Molly asked Jared, her coworker.

“Just about.  What’s going on with you?”  Jared said.

Molly felt his eyes on her chest and fought the urge to tap him on the shoulder and direct his gaze upward.  Why did guys always have to speak to her chest?  She knew her breasts were big, but that didn’t mean every guy had to stare at her.  She’d accepted it a long time ago and didn’t get outraged like some women did, but it was still an annoyance.

“I’m fine.  Went out with Matthew last night,” she said.

“Oh yeah?  You guys go out, or stay in?”  Jared grinned.

“You are so juvenile.  Do you realize that?”

“I think it’s one of my more endearing qualities.”

“Your fiancée must have the patience of a saint.  Did you hypnotize her to get her to agree marry you?”

“You’re just jealous.”

Molly rolled her eyes.  “That’s right.  I wish I could have you all to myself.”

“Well you know, we could always sneak off somewhere together.”

“Keep dreaming, dude.  I won’t even go to happy hour with you, what makes you think I would do anything else?”

“Hey, it was worth a shot.”

“You keep shooting champ,” Molly told him.  His attempts at flirting were kind of amusing.

On her way back to her office, Molly stopped off in her friend Laine’s office.

“Just ran into Jared in the copy room,” Molly told her friend.

“I’m sure he was charming as usual,” Laine said with distaste.  There was nothing she liked about Jared.

“Same old, same old.  Tries to flirt and if you don’t respond he plays it off as a joke.  Typical guy.”

“All guys are pigs like that.  He stares at every woman here like she’s a piece of meat.”

“I know!  Can you believe it?  How did he ever get a fiancée?  I swear, sometimes I feel naked the way he looks at me.  It’s not like I’m running around here like a hoochie.”

“Yeah, like the receptionist.  I guess some guys like women in business clothes.”

“I guess.  And some women have to dress to draw attention.  If I’m going to a club, sure I’ll show a little skin, but I’m not dressing like that for work.”  Molly always looked nice, but she didn’t dress up too much for work, precisely because she didn’t want the wrong kind of attention.  Today she was wearing black slacks and a loose blouse.

 “A guy like Jared needs to be put in his place.  He’s never going to be able to take female coworkers seriously.”  Laine said.

“As long as he keeps it at a flirty level, I don’t care.  If he pushes it too far I can push back.”

Laine laughed.  “I bet he wouldn’t know what to do if he got his hands on one of us anyway!  I’d leave him dazed and confused.”

 “Hey, I’m just a good Catholic girl.  Don’t forget it.”

“As long as you’re not too good.  Too good is boring.  Hey, don’t you have that doctor’s appointment later?  Good luck quitting the cancer sticks.”

“I need more than luck.  I’ve tried to quit before and I never could.  I do okay and then I get stressed, or I’m hanging out drinking, and I’m smoking again.  I’m not doing it on my own this time.  I’m going to one of those smoking doctors this time.  Our insurance covers it.”

“That sounds cool.  What is it, hypnosis?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Don’t let him make you bark like a dog or something.  You’ll be helpless,” Laine ribbed.

“He’s very highly recommended.  I’m not worried at all.  Well, I’d better get to it.  I am behind on my hours this week.”

“Keep those billables up!”  Laine encouraged as Molly made her way back to her office.

+++
 

“Can I get you something before we begin, Miss Harmelin?  A glass of water, perhaps?”

“No, I’m good.”  Molly answered, trying to make herself comfortable in the strange chair.  It wasn’t even a chair really, but it wasn’t quite a couch either.  It was something in between.

The room was not at all what Molly expected.  Somehow she thought it would be all stuffed leather couches and chairs and dark wood, just like in the movies, but instead Dr. Walcott’s office had an open, airy feel to it.  There were bookshelves set into the wall, but they were a light pine and the walls had soothing beige wallpaper.  Light streamed in from an open bay window.  She was not on a couch, but one of those chairs that looks like an inverted semi-circle and can be turned to tilt back, a sort of high tech recliner.  There was a small end table beside her, on which sat a small tape recorder and a Palm Pilot and Dr. Walcott sat close by.  There was smooth jazz playing unobtrusively in the background.

“Try taking a deep breath.  You’re going to have to relax if this is going to work at all.  Do you mind if I call you Molly?”  Dr. Walcott’s voice was deep and very soothing and did set Molly at ease.

“I know, I’m just a little nervous.  This is my first time in a shrink’s office.  I felt weird even making the appointment.  If it wasn’t for Matthew I don’t think I would have.”  Molly said, an edge to her voice.

“He’s only got your best interests at heart.  Try thinking of it that way.  Smoking is a nasty habit.  You have nothing to feel weird about.  Most people cannot simply quit smoking of their own accord.  Now we should get started.”   Dr. Walcott reached over and pressed a stud on the side of the chair.  Molly jumped when she felt the motor vibrate as the chair tilted back.  He set it so she was tilted back, but not lying down.

“I know he does.  But I still hate being told what to do.”  Molly grumbled.

“I am sure that independent streak is one of the things that attracted him to you.”

“Or drives him crazy!”  Molly laughed.  “So will this take a lot of sessions?  I’m not sure how much my insurance covers.”

“It all depends on how good of a subject you are.  I have had people cease smoking after just one session, some people need periodic sessions to reinforce the initial suggestion.  I suppose it all depends on you, Molly.  Hopefully your independent streak does not run too deep.  Now, if you will, look at that prism on the ceiling above you.  I want you to focus your eyes on it so that you see nothing but the prism.”

Looking up, Molly for the first time noticed a circular prism sticker affixed to the ceiling directly over her head.  With all the sunlight in the room it reflected a dazzling array of bright colour.  Molly did just as she was told and focused her eyes on it to the exclusion of everything else.  She still did not think this would work.  To her, hypnotism was just so much flim-flammery.  Molly was raised in a traditional Catholic family where any sort of problem was kept in the family and suppressed.  The idea of going to a psychiatrist for anything was alien to her, but Matthew had been firm.  He loved her, but he did not love her smoking and after she had tried to quit several times on her own he had suggested hypnotism and Dr. Walcott had come highly recommended.  If she didn’t care for Matthew so much there was no way she would have been in that chair.

“Now Molly, I want you to screen out everything in the world but that prism and the sound of my voice.  Cast all your thoughts away and let the tension drain from your body.  I want you to feel the room fall away.  There is nothing around you, just the colours above you and the sound of my voice.  The chair is but a cloud you are floating on.”

Dr. Walcott’s voice broke into Molly’s revelry and she tried to do as he suggested, but she was having a hard time of it.  She just thought she was a horrible subject for this.  Molly was the most headstrong person in the world.  She always had her way.  Compromise was not in her vocabulary.  Mathew had been the first person to get her to even budge a little.  In Molly’s life it had always been her way or the highway and many guys had found themselves on that highway pretty quickly.  But Molly tried to put all that out of her head and do as Dr. Walcott asked.  The colours were very pretty and bright.  Molly especially liked where the blues melted into the reds and focused on there.  And Dr. Walcott’s voice really was very nice.

Without her realizing it, the room did drop away for Molly.  She began to relax and her body slackened in the chair.  It felt good to let everything drop away.  Work sucked and she was fed up with living at home.  This was the first time in a long time that Molly felt totally at ease and not pressured by something.

“That’s good, Molly.  I can see the tension draining away.  Let it all go down, down and away.  Your body is weightless.  The colours are wrapping around you, enveloping you in their warmth.  They are cocooning you from the cares of the world.  You are becoming so relaxed that you are drifting.  Drifting in a sea of colour.  Yes, Molly, I see you flowing with the colours.  Let yourself go.  You are so relaxed that you could just drift off, slip into a sleep.  Let consciousness slip away.  As I count backwards consciousness is going to disappear on the horizon like the shore from a boat.

“Ninety-nine…ninety-eight…ninety-seven…ninety-six…ninety-five…ninety-four…ninety-three…ninety-two…”

Molly really did feel herself slipping away, not a care in the world.  The trance was coming up around her like slow rising water, as warm and inviting as a bath.

“Eighty-seven…eighty-six…eighty-five…”

Dr. Walcott counted down to forty-six before he was sure Molly was deeply in the trance.  Her eyes had closed and her chest slowly rose and fell as she breathed.  He could not help but smile.  Despite her protestations Molly had been a perfect subject.  She seemed to take to leaving her cares behind like a fish to water.  But that did not surprise him.  In his experience, those with the tightest grasp on their lives were the ones who most desperately wanted to let go.  Dr. Walcott went through some routine exercises to make sure Molly truly was in a deep trance and there prepared to get to work.

Dr. James Walcott was one of the most recognized men in his field.  He was a leader in getting people past things like smoking and overeating through hypnosis.  He’d published two books and being an attractive man in his mid-forties, Walcott had even had some success on the talk show circuit, though he hated to be away from home for long periods of time.  He was very dedicated to his work, not to talking about it.

It only took Walcott twenty minutes for so to run Molly through the smoking cessation routine and reinforce it.  His first impression that Molly was an excellent subject proved true.  He knew she would not need more than one session to stop smoking.  The girl was very goal oriented and all she needed was a gentle shove to do the right thing.  But that would not serve Walcott’s purposes at all.

As soon as Molly Harmelin stepped into his office Walcott knew she would be perfect to join his collection.  It had been several months since a young woman so beautiful had come through his door and he hoped she would respond this well to hypnosis.  As Molly lay beside him, completely under, he grabbed her file and read over it.  She was twenty-seven years old, in good health.  No history of any mental illness.  She was a lawyer at a medical malpractice law firm.  Molly was a perfectly normal, healthy young woman.  Yes, she was just right for his collection.

Walcott had been working on his collection for over ten years.  Hidden in a wall safe in his bedroom upstairs were close to a dozen videotapes of young women who had been his patients and who had submitted to hypnosis.  Once he had them under, Walcott had turned all of these women into slaves to their desire and that was exactly the fate he had planned for Molly, if she could be led that way.  Walcott never kept the women for long, not more than a year, and always made sure to cover his tracks.  There had never even been a hint of impropriety associated with Walcott’s name.

Laying the file aside, Walcott returned his attention to his patient.  Molly still lay there with her eyes closed, softly breathing.    Before he spoke, he produced a small remote that activated a video camera concealed in the bookcase.  “Molly, you may open your eyes, but I would like you to remain under.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor.”  Molly said, her eyes opening.  Her gaze was fixed on the prism above her.

“I would like you to tell me about yourself.  You don’t mind that, do you?”

“No.”

“You are completely relaxed around me, Molly.  You feel comfortable telling me anything.”

“I’d tell you anything,” she answered.  Molly did not quite sound like a robot like in the movies, rather her voice sounded dreamy, almost as if she were talking in her sleep.

“How long have you been with your boyfriend Matthew?”

“Seven months.”

“And do you love him, Molly?”  As he spoke, Walcott was taking notes in an encrypted file in his Palm.

“I’m not sure.  I think I might.  I don’t fall in love with guys.”

“But they fall in love with you?”

“Yeah, they do.  I’ve broken some hearts.”  There was a hint of pride in Molly’s voice, even through the slumber.

Walcott thought the woman’s obvious pride was interesting.  It was a tool he could possibly use.  “How do you feel about Matthew?”

“I like him a lot.  He’s not like the others.  But I don’t want to fall for him.  I just don’t do that.”

“Have you slept with Matthew yet?”

“No, we haven’t gone all the way.  I’m not easy like that.”

“So you think it would have been easy if you had slept with him already?”

“Yes.”

“What are you waiting for?  What will make you sleep with him, Molly?”

“We need to be more serious.  I hook up, y’know, but I don’t sleep around.”

“How many guys have you had sex with?”

“Two.  My first boyfriend in high school and there was a guy while I was in law school, but that’s all.”

Walcott grew concerned.  Maybe Molly would not be so easy.  It was true that it was very difficult to get someone to do things that were totally against their nature.  “What does hooking up entail, Molly?  How far have you gone with Matthew?”

“Hooking up can be a lot of things.  I’m not a prude.  I’ve sucked Matthew off.  But I don’t do it all the time.  I usually do it when I see him on the weekends.”

“Does he go down on you?”

“No, I don’t let him do that.  It’s hard for me to get comfortable enough with a guy to do that.”

“But you do let him touch you?  Don’t you, Molly?”

“Oh yes.  He loves my breasts, but most guys do.  Most guys can’t tear themselves away from them.  And he puts his hand down my pants, but not as much.  I usually don’t let him.”

Walcott eyed Molly’s chest appreciatively.  Her breasts were large and beautiful.  When she walked into his office it had taken a conscious effort to not stare.  “You have very beautiful breasts, Molly.  But you know that, don’t you?”  Walcott knew what her answer would be.  Today she was wearing a very tight, short sleeved top with a V-neck that showed a couple inches of cleavage.”

“Yes, I know I’ve got a good body.  I do like to show it off, but sometimes it’s annoying when a guy is doing nothing but talking to your tits.”

“I can imagine.  Tell me, how large are your breasts?  Do you think they are your best feature?”

“They are 36C, but a lot of times they don’t really fit into a C-cup and I have to buy a D.  I always have to buy a D with the flimsier stuff, like Victoria’s Secret stuff.  I know they are great, but I have pretty good legs too.  I’m 5’8”, so I’ve got really long legs.”

“Does Matthew give you orgasms when he’s touching you?”  Walcott asked, marking her measurements down.

“Oh, no.  I mean, he always does, if I use my hand or suck him off, but I don’t get off just from him putting his hand down my pants.”

“What do you do for relief then?  Do you masturbate?”

“No!  I’ve never done that.”

Walcott was starting to think Molly was seriously repressed.  “Never?”  He asked.  “You do get horny, don’t you?”

Molly sounded as if it was the silliest questioned she’d ever heard.   “Of course I do.  Doesn’t everyone?  I just deal.  I try to ignore it.  No one should be a slave to sex.”

Nor should they be alien to it, Walcott thought.  “So how long has it been since you had an orgasm, Molly?”

She thought for several moments.  “I honestly have no idea, Doctor.”

That was really all the information he needed for the moment.  Walcott was amazed that Molly seemed completely indifferent to her sexuality.  It wasn’t that the thought of sex disgusted her, like with some of the women he had treated in the past.  It was just that she did not seem to care one-way or the other.  Walcott decided he would have to work to gradually build Molly into the woman he wanted her to be.

“Molly,” Walcott said, a note of parental concern in his voice, “I must tell you that your attitude toward things sexual troubles me.  I do not think it is healthy to be so divorced from your sexuality.  I feel it could do you damage in the long term.  I am sure you would agree.”

Walcott held his breath.  Now he would discover just how suggestible Molly really was.  “Of course, Doctor.”

Yes!  He told himself.  “You do trust me, don’t you Molly?”

“Yes, Doctor.  I am here so you can help me.”

“That is correct.  And help you I shall,” Walcott told his pretty young patient with a shark’s smile.  “I want you to do some small things for me before you return.”  Though he could have cured her smoking addiction in one session, Walcott had purposely made his earlier suggestions weak and instead made sure Molly would slip up and light up here and there over the next week.  She would then make another appointment to see him.  “I want you to start thinking more about your sexuality.  You already like to show your assets off, if only in discreet ways, but now I want you to think more about the effect your clothing and actions are having on the males around you.  And I want you to enjoy their attentions more and more.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.  I’ll enjoy the guys at the bar checking me out.”

“And in enjoying it, you will find yourself becoming aroused by it.”

“Mmm…yes.  When they’re checking me out, I’m going to it enjoy it much more.”  Molly said it as if it were a wholly new idea.  A dreamy smile even passed across her lips.  Walcott knew that the part of Molly that liked being in control of every situation enjoyed the thought of the men around her wanting her.  He knew deep down that had probably always been there on some level, but one too deep for Molly to ever acknowledge.

“Good, Molly.  Very good.  Also, I want you to really enjoy your arousal.  When you feel that tingling in your body it is going to come on much more strongly than ever before.  Right now, I want you to picture yourself in a local bar.”

“Like O’Herlihy’s?”

“Precisely.  Now imagine there is a very handsome man at the other end of the bar checking you out.  Do you see him, Molly?”

“Yes.”

“What is he doing?”

“He’s staring at my chest.  I see him shifting on his barstool, trying to get a glimpse down my shirt.”

“He’s very handsome, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“And his attention makes you feel good.  It makes you feel very good.  Tell me how it’s making you feel.”

It was a moment before Molly spoke.  “I don’t know.  Kind of tingly, I guess.  I feel very warm.  I’m aware of things.”  A flush rose to Molly’s pale skin and Walcott could see very thick nipples forcing themselves through the material of Molly’s blouse.

“What things, Molly?  You must tell me everything you are feeling.  You know you can trust me.”

“Of course, Doctor.  I know my nipples are getting hard.  I’m suddenly very aware of them, I know I’m ‘beaming’.  And I can feel my pussy. It’s almost like a prickly sensation.”

“Excellent.  But now we want to make your reaction stronger.”  Walcott placed his hand under Molly’s open palm.  “As I raise your hand, I am going to count to five.  At one, you will feel as aroused as you are now.  When I reach three you will feel how you feel when Matthew is touching you.  And when I reach five, you will feel so aroused that your pussy will be soaking and aching to be touched.  One…Two…Three…”  Molly visibly squirmed in the chair and her lips parted in a silent moan.  Walcott kept her there, her hand raised several inches.  He felt her palm become sweaty against his.  “Four…”  Molly squeezed her legs together and this time she did moan softly.  He could see her struggling to maintain her control.  “Five.”

“Mmmmm…”  Molly purred.  Her other hand was gripping the armrest.  Walcott removed his hand from under Molly’s and her hand stayed in the air, trembling.

“How are you feeling Molly?”

“V…v…very good.  It’s s…s…strange…”

“When is the last time you felt this way.”

“A long, long time…”  Molly was having some trouble getting her words out.

“Is he still watching you, Molly?”

“Y…y…yessss…”

“You wish he would come around the bar and touch you, don’t you?  Your pussy has become very wet, hasn’t it?”

“Ohhh y…yesssss.”

“Does it frighten you?  Wanting this strange man?”

“Y…yessss.  I..I don’t understand this.”

“It is okay, Molly.  I want you to feel that this is perfectly natural.  As you become more aroused you will become less fearful.  Just let your fear slide away.  Try that Molly.”

“Yesss Doctor.  Y…y…yessss, I do feel better.”

“Good.”  Walcott put his hand over Molly’s and told her, “Now as I lower your hand your arousal will subside.  When your hand touches the armrest you will return to normal.  Here we go.”  Walcott slowly pushed Molly’s hand down until it rested on the chair.  He could see the tension drain from her body and she literally let out a sigh of relief.  Beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead and he gently wiped them away.  “You did very, very well, Molly.  You should be very proud of yourself.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Now, when you catch a man checking you out, I want you to feel the arousal you felt at number three.  Do you remember that?”

Molly took a deep breath.  “Hard to forget,” she said with a hint of a smile.

“Good.  And while you will be curious about this change, it will seem perfectly natural to you.  You will not question it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, it’s perfectly natural.  I am a woman in her prime.”

Walcott was impressed that Molly would take his suggestions and seemingly expound on them.  “Also, when you see Matthew you will become more aroused.  You will feel as aroused as you were at four when he touches you.  You will want to please him much more.”

“I do want to please Matthew.”
 

“Yes, you do.  You are an excellent patient, Molly.”

Walcott took Molly through some other maintenance, making sure his suggestions stuck, but that she would not associate any of her new feelings with him.  He also made sure she would be easier to entrance on her next visit.  Within ten minutes he brought Molly back to consciousness and tilted her chair back up.

“So, how do you feel?”  Walcott asked as he handed Molly a glass of water.

“Aside from my mouth being so dry, I feel wonderful.  Really refreshed.  It’s weird, it’s just like I had a catnap.  I have to hand it to you, Doc.  I didn’t think it would work.”

“No one thinks they will be a good subject.  And just about everyone awakes with positive feelings, it’s just a little fringe benefit of hypnosis.  Feel like a cigarette?”

Molly thought, and then said, “No, not at all.  And I haven’t had one since I was out last night.”

“Then my work is done.  If you relapse, just call the office and make another appointment.  But hopefully I will not see you again.”  Walcott smiled as he rose and shook Molly’s hand.  Good luck, Miss Harmelin.”

Molly emerged from the doctor’s office into a bright, sunny day feeling like she could run a marathon.  It wasn’t until she was driving home that she realized her panties were soaking wet.  It was weird, but she put it out of her mind.  Hypnosis couldn’t have made her feel that good.
 
 
 

two

“Whatever, Bob,” Molly said, ignoring yet another of his endless bad jokes as she went to freshen her cup of coffee.  Since she was off cigarettes she was drinking much more coffee, Molly noticed.  She thought it was just because she needed an excuse to get out of her office for a few minutes.  Jared and Laine were already in the break room, standing around the coffee pot.

“Room for me to squeeze in there?”  Molly asked.

She was very aware of Jared’s eyes mapping her curves as he moved aside and said, “Always.”

Laine gave Jared an elbow to the chest.  “Don’t be such a pig.”

But Molly knew Jared was just being funny.  She learned to be comfortable with the attention guys paid her looks long ago.  Lately, though, she noticed she was more than just comfortable with it.  Molly was starting to find that she actually craved the attention she got from guys.  She’d always liked a certain amount of attention of course, or she would have worn loose blouses instead of tight ones and her skirts would have been longer, but lately she’d found herself reacting to the attention guys gave her in ways she never had before.  For example, the black pants Molly was wearing today were tighter than she normally would have worn to work and her top was cut lower, showing more cleavage than she’d ever dared to reveal at the office before.  And Molly knew her male coworkers noticed, from the married lawyer twenty years her senior who supervised her department down to Jared.  Just thinking about it now set Molly to tingling and she forced her mind elsewhere.

“Don’t give him such a hard time, Laine.  You know men can’t help themselves.  They’re like children.  They always want what they can’t have.”  Molly smiled at Jared as she poured her coffee and caught him jerking his eyes up from her chest.  Again, she felt that tingle pass through her body like he shadow of a plane passing overhead.

“Ouch, Molly.  That hurt.  I thought you were my friend,” Jared whined, mock-crushed.

“Awww, you know I love you,” Molly said, ruffling his hair.

Returning to her office Molly told the paralegal who served as a secretary to her and four other junior lawyers, “I’ll be working on something if anyone needs me, but I’d rather not be disturbed.”  She closed her office door and settled into her chair with a sigh.  What had gotten into her?  It certainly was not like her to be flirting so openly with Jared, but she felt like he was pushing her buttons just by checking her out.  Even walking back to her office Molly knew that Tom had checked out her ass as she passed his desk and just the thought of it gave her a smile.

The tingling she’d felt here and there had built and was now a stronger buzz, focused right between her legs.  Molly noticed her nipples were hard and she knew that anyone else who’d seen her walking through the office knew too.  On one hand, Molly knew she had to get a grip.  On the other, she was glad something was relieving the boredom of going over settlement agreements.

The rest of Molly’s week had gone pretty much the same way.  Tuesday night she and Terri had gone out for drinks after work and she had been much more receptive to guys hitting on her than ever before.  None of them had a shot, but Molly loved the attention.  Even Terri noticed the change in her friend and said something, but Molly just brushed it off.  There was nothing wrong with a healthy young woman on her twenties enjoying herself, was there?

When she saw Matthew that Thursday night, he didn’t know what hit him.  He opened his door to find Molly standing there in snug denim shorts and a tank top that he knew she usually wore only to sleep in.  It was extremely tight and dangerously low cut.  Although he knew Molly liked to dress sexy, she usually did not go for something this obvious.  Molly smiled up at him, something different in her eyes.  Matthew was tall, several inches over six feet, with a rangy build.  Molly liked her men over six feet tall.  He asked her in and he barely had the front door shut before Molly was kissing him.  She had him against the wall, her tongue slipping past his lips.  All he could think was, wow!  She had never come on this strongly before.  He returned the kiss, feeling his girlfriend pressing all of those generous curves into him and his cock sprang to life.

“Hey now, Molly,” Matthew said when she finally let him catch a breath.  She walked in to the living room and he stared at the way her shorts clung to her ass.  “What was all that for?”

“Maybe I’m just happy to see you,” she said, tossing her hair and throwing a smile over her shoulder.  She disappeared into his kitchen and was opening a beer when he caught up.

“I wish you were always that happy to see me.”

“I don’t know.  I’ve just been feeling…funny this week.  I don’t know what it is, but it definitely had me looking forward to seeing you.”  Molly kissed him again and he could taste the cold beer on her lips.

“Maybe it’s giving up the cancer sticks.  How’s that going, anyway?”  Matthew kept a loose arm around her waist.

“I’ve slipped a couple times.  Work got to me and when I was out at happy hour the other night having beers and being around everyone else I just couldn’t help it.  Maybe I am not as good a subject as Dr. Walcott thought.  Anyway, I’m going to make an appointment to get reinforced.  Don’t worry, I’ll beat it.”  Molly leaned in and nibbled on Matthew’s neck.

Matthew’s pulse was really pounding now.  He was wondering if they were going to make it out at all.  “Are we still going to play miniature golf?”

“Sure,” Molly laughed, “I wouldn’t pass up the chance to kick your ass.”

They did go out and play, but Molly did not hand Matthew the ass kicking she usually did.  She was just a tad distracted.  She caught a couple teenaged guys checking her out, much to the chagrin of their girlfriends.  She knew her outfit would get some attention, but it seemed to her that the heads of every passing guy turned.  If Matthew noticed, he didn’t say anything.  Molly definitely noticed and it made her want to go straight back to Matthew’s place.  Molly couldn’t help but laugh to herself that she could make a sixteen-year-old sit up and take notice.  It’s nice to know you’ve still got it.

Molly did make sure they went straight back to Matthew’s, turning down his offer to stop for beers.  He slipped a DVD in while she went to the kitchen for some drinks.  Molly curled into him in the dark living room of the apartment, the only flickering light coming from the credits rolling at the start of Memento.

Matthew’s arm was around her, hand just out of reach of her breast.  Molly was keenly aware of the caress of his fingers, gently stroking her side.  She adjusted herself, placing her breast within his reach and Matthew picked up on it.  He cupped her large breast from beneath, taking up its weight as he massaged it.  Molly liked having her breasts touched, but it always seemed that the guys she was with liked it more than she did.  That, however, was not the case tonight.  Matthew’s every touch ignited her.  Molly only ever felt this sexual when she’d been drinking, but she wanted this boy right now.  She’d been sexed up for days and it was coming to a head now.

Molly’s nipples strained through her tank top and when Matthew’s fingers reached one he gave it soft pinch, bringing a purr from Molly’s throat.  The more he played with her nipple, pinching and pulling it, the louder more Molly purred.  She was rubbing his chest through his t-shirt and kissing his neck again, something she knew he loved.  When her hand strayed down to his baggy shorts Molly could feel his hard cock tenting them.  Sliding a hand inside his shorts, Molly was able to feel the heat of his shaft through his thin boxers.

Turning, Molly straddled Matthew, facing him.  She leaned into him, her fingers tangling in his unruly mop of sandy hair.  Her kiss was strong and lusty.  She could feel Matthew’s bulge pressed between her legs and she ground down against it, almost wishing their shorts weren’t between them.  Matthew grabbed her tank top and pulled upward.  It was stretched tight across her chest and he had to pull harder, but both of Molly’s breasts popped free and she pulled the top clear of her hair and tossed it out of the way. Since it was one of those tank tops with the built in bras, her breasts were completely bare and freed to Matthew’s touch.  He wasted no time, mashing the big mounds in his hands while rolling her nipples.  Molly was very appreciative and let him know with a series of loud moans and by grinding into him even harder.  He grabbed her hips and pulled her into him while thrusting up.  Molly felt kind of like she was back in high school dry-humping like that, but damn if it didn’t feel good.

While they ground together, Molly offered her breasts to Matthew and he greedily kissed them and sucked her nipples between his lips.  The harder he sucked on them the more it seemed to inflame Molly and soon he could feel her finely manicured nails digging into the back of his head.  He couldn’t say what had gotten his girlfriend into this mood, but he was glad it happened.

Matthew turned and flipped Molly onto her back on the couch, while keeping between her legs.  He kissed her again while dry humping his aching cock into her pussy.  God, he needed more.  His shaking hand fumbled with the snap on her shorts several times before he got it undone.  Molly’s shorts were so tight, though, he had to push them down her hips to get his hand in place.  Molly was sopping wet.  He’d never felt her so turned on.  He rubbed her through her panties and Molly pressed back into his hand.  Her skimpy cotton panties pressed into her pussy and Matthew would have been fingering her if they weren’t in the way, so he peeled them away from her lips and rubbed her bare, slick, nearly trimmed pussy.  Molly was a sun worshipper and her pussy was always bikini ready.  He peeled her lips apart with two fingers and found her clit with his middle finger, which cause Molly to cling to him.

Molly could not believe how she felt.  Matthew had his hand on her pussy and she swore she could have just about cum.  She never got so turned on from just fooling around, but the she had been pretty turned on when she’d gotten there.  Every time her boyfriend touched her clit it send jolts of pleasure up Molly’s spine.  He kept teasing her clit with his thumb and pushed a finger inside her.  Molly was so soaking wet that what was usually a tight fit was nothing at all and Matthew’s digit slipped right inside her.  Molly cried out and lifted her hips off the couch as Matthew pressed his finger as deep as it would go.  It seemed like he made her wait forever, though it was only really a few seconds, before he started fucking it in and out of her.  Soon, Matthew added a second finger and Molly was so turned on she could hear her cunt slopping around his fingers as he fucked her with them.  She was teetering, just on the brink.  Oh my, it had never felt so good!  With his lips on her skin, seemingly everywhere and his fingers in her pussy, Matthew was going to make her cum.  Molly was overwhelmed by her feelings.  If he tried to fuck her right now she wasn’t even sure she would stop him.  Which is why she did stop him.  Molly put her hand on Matthew’s wrist and pulled his hand away from her pussy.

“Why?”  He asked, frustrated, but Molly was too busy gasping for air to give him a coherent answer.

Instead of answering, Molly reached down into Matthew’s shorts, grasping his engorged rod.  It was hot and hard and Molly really wanted it.  She knew her behavior was making Matthew crazy and she knew it wouldn’t be fair if she did not give him some relief.

Molly pushed Matthew back so he was sitting up, then got his shorts around his knees.  Just seeing his cock by the pale light of the TV made Molly want it even more.  She tried to put that out of her mind.  She was not going to fuck Matthew tonight.  Instead, Molly ran her fingers up and down Matthew’s shaft.  She figured he was probably about six inches and a nice handful, close to perfect, Molly thought.  The head was red and a clear droplet ran from it.  As she slowly pumped Matthew’s prick, more of the precum escaped and Molly used it to lubricate the shaft in her hand.  Now she could get a nice up and down motion.  She would have preferred some lotion, and she knew he had some, but Molly didn’t want to get up.  She did not want to let go of that cock.  She would just make do.

Matthew let his head rest back against the couch, but kept an eye on his girlfriend.  Molly seemed to be completely consumed by her task, staring down at his prick as she jerked him off.  Molly was very good with her hands and sometimes he wondered just how much practice she’d had back in college, since he knew she didn’t sleep around.  Tonight was a special night, Matthew thought.  It wasn’t that Molly hadn’t gone down on him before, but she had only done it a couple times.  It was about the only complaint he had about Molly, that she moved so slowly.  She dropped a hand down to his sac and started massaging his balls while she jacked his shaft.  Suddenly, Matthew could feel his blood boiling and he knew he wouldn’t last to feel Molly’s mouth on him.

“Gooodddd…”  Matthew murmured, wanting to warn Molly that he was about to pop his top, but before the words were even out of her mouth the first shot of his milky cum flew into the air, catching Molly on the cheek.  The next splattered across her chest and that’s when Molly pointed his cock away, letting the rest of his load hit him.

Molly wiped his cum from her cheek with a finger and then sucked it clean, smiling when she saw Matthew’s eyes go wide.

+++

Walcott waited not-so-patiently for Molly to make her next appointment.  He went into the appointment system and checked everyday, but it was almost the end of the week before the young woman made a new appointment.  When she did finally come in, he was not disappointed.

Molly came straight from work and looked very sexy as Walcott ushered her into his office.  Her dark skirt was several inches above the knee, showing miles of shapely leg and she wore a tight camisole top under a jacket.  A low-heeled sandal completed her outfit and somehow Walcott did not think Molly had dressed quite that way for work before their first appointment.  Molly turned down an offer of water and when Walcott asked if she would like to remove her jacket before settling into the hypnosis chair she looked uncertain, but then did.  She trusted the doctor implicitly.

Again, Walcott had Molly focus on the prism on the ceiling and she was incredibly easy to put under this time.  She looked like an angel lying in the chair, eyes closed, chest gently rising and falling, Walcott thought.  That just increased his enjoyment of his task.

“Molly, can you hear me?”  He asked in his rich, deep voice.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Are you feeling relaxed?”

“Mmm, very.”  There was a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Why have you come back to see me?”

“Because I’ve slipped.  I couldn’t quite keep myself from smoking and I really want to stop.”

Good, Walcott thought.  She had no recollection of his telling her to slip.  “Well, don’t you worry, Molly.  I will take good care of you.  You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Doctor.  You are here to help me.”

“Over the next week, you will feel your craving for cigarettes become much weaker.  In fact, the only time you will want a cigarette is when you see a McDonald’s commercial on the television.  And when you do, the urge will be too powerful to resist and you will have a cigarette.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.  When I see a McDonald’s commercial I will need a cigarette.”

“You will only have the urge, you will not recall why you have it.  You will just know that you need to come in for another session.”

“Yes, another session, Doctor.”

Walcott was glad he had that out of the way.  He could move onto more interesting things now.  Again, he activated his concealed camera.  “How was your week?  Did you feel anything different?  Any new urges?”  He could see her waver and told her, “It’s okay Molly, you can tell me anything, remember?”

“I did have funny feelings all week.  I’ve felt really…turned on.  Aroused.”  Molly almost looked embarrassed as she said it.

“Horny?”  Walcott asked with an arched eyebrow.

Now Molly did turn crimson.  “Yes, very horny Doctor.”

“There is no need to be embarrassed, Molly.  Remember, we can discuss anything.  It is perfectly natural for you to want to share all your thoughts and feelings with me.”

“Of course, I’m sorry.”

“No need.  So you felt very horny all week?”

“Oh, yes.  Sometimes it got so bad it was distracting.  I’ve never been this turned on.  At least not sober anyway.”

“Do you know why you were so horny?”

“I think so, kinda.  I noticed I really liked it when I caught guys checking me out.  I mean, I’ve always sort of liked attention, but I didn’t go too far out of my way to get it.  But this week every time I caught a guy checking me out it really got to me.  And then I was dressing to get more guys to check me out.  It was a pretty wild week.”

“Are you consciously aware of this, Molly?”

“Sort of.  I know getting checked out was turning me on.  But I didn’t sit down and think about it.  I just accepted it and moved on.”

“That’s very good.  It’s normal and you should just accept it.  I am very proud of you, Molly.  And I know you want to make me proud.”

The look on Molly’s face showed that she hadn’t thought of that before, but then she nodded and he could tell she was glad he was pleased.  “Yes, thank you, Doctor.”

“It must have been hard to be so horny with no release.”

“God, you have no idea.  When I saw Matthew I nearly ripped his clothes off.  I swear I wanted him so bad.”  Walcott could see Molly’s nipples getting very hard now, just thinking about it was obviously turning her on.

“But you did not give in?  You did not fuck him?”

Molly sighed.  “No, but it was so hard.  I knew if I let him touch me for a minute more I wouldn’t have been able to resist.  I had to stop him.”

“So just how far did you go?”

“Mmm, I let him finger me.  I swear he could have made me cum and that would be a first.  But I stopped him.  Then I jerked him off.  And then I did the naughtiest thing.  I can’t even believe I did it.  I was just to torture the boy.”  She shifted in the chair, like she was trying to make herself comfortable.

“What is it you did, Molly?”

“Well, when he came, we weren’t quite ready, so he got some on me.  On my cheek.  Usually that would be kinda gross.  But it didn’t bother me.  I just put it on my finger and sucked it off, looking him right in the eyes.  He looked like he was going to pass out!”

“Why did you do that?”

“I’m not sure.  I think I just wanted to make him want me as much as I wanted him at that moment, even though he couldn’t have me.  Not completely.”

“That was very bad of you, Molly,” Walcott chuckled.  Molly was a very interesting woman, he thought.  “It was a way for you to assert control over the situation.  Tell me, how do you feel about tasting cum?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t mind it, I guess.  When you suck a guy off I think it’s weird to spit it out.  But I don’t like it.  I just try to get it to the back of my throat and swallow it as fast as I can.”

“Wouldn’t giving a blow job be easier if you liked the taste?”

“I guess.”

“Well, from now on, Molly, you are going to love the taste of cum.  Next time you taste it, you will find it delicious.  You won’t be able to get enough of it.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Molly answered, licking her lips.  “Delicious.”

“Why didn’t you suck on Matthew’s cock?  Didn’t you want to?”

“Yes, of course.  I wanted more than that.  But I didn’t want to go too far.  And if I do it too often he’ll expect it.”

“Next time you see Matthew you will suck his cock.  You will really want to because you will want to taste his cum.  And from now on, you’ll want to suck his cock before the end of every evening together.  Do you understand, Molly?”  Walcott figured he had to cut the kid a break.  It had to be rough dating someone so hot but barely able to get more than a hand job.  Walcott had not yet decided if Matthew would be partaking in all the fruits of his labour, though.

“Yes, Doctor.  I want to suck Matthew’s cock.  I want to taste his cum.”

“That’s very, very good, Molly.  You deserve a treat.  Would you like me to make you feel good?”

“Yes.”

That’s the spirit, Walcott thought.  This whole thing was going so well.  Remember that you want to make me proud and to please me, right?  You want that more than anything.”

“Oh yes, Doctor, more than anything.”  Molly said eagerly.  It was like she was a different woman.  When Molly had walked into his office she had the edge of a driven young woman who was determined to succeed.  Molly was the type of woman who did not stop until she had what she wanted.  But now she was lying in Walcott’s chair, eager to do anything he asked.  It was like night and day.

“I would love to see your panties, Molly.  Would you pull your skirt up for me?”

Molly lifted her butt from the chair and did as she was instructed, showing Walcott a pair of French cut satin panties encased in dark pantyhose.  Immediately Walcott knew he would have to do something about that.

“I want you to open your eyes.  You will remain in your trance, but you will be able to see everything and interact with me just as if you were awake.”

Molly’s eyes fluttered open and she glanced around the room, but there was a vacancy there.  She looked at Walcott and smiled.  She had such a pretty smile, he thought.

“”Now Molly, I don’t like pantyhose and from now on, neither do you.”  He pressed a stud and the side of the chair and it tilted forward so his subject was in more of a sitting position.  “From this point on you will only wear thigh-high stockings with a garter belt.  You want to do this because you know that’s sexier.  The change will be perfectly natural and normal to you.”

“Yes, Doctor, pantyhose are ugly.  I don’t want to wear them anymore.  I like being sexy.”

“Yes, that’s right.  I want you to take those pantyhose off right now and get rid of them.  You will feel so much better when they are off.  Once they are gone you will completely forget them.  You will not even remember putting them on today.  Go ahead, you can stand up.”

Molly eased herself out of the chair, unsteady on her long legs, and then she rolled her pantyhose down her legs, nearly taking her panties with them.  She briefly slipped out of her sandals and back in.  She spotted a wastebasket beside Walcott’s desk and threw the pantyhose away.  She came back to the chair, but did not sit down right away.

“Doesn’t that feel much better?  Much freer?”  Walcott asked.

“Yes, Doctor.  I do feel sexy showing my legs.  I work pretty hard on my tan in the summer.”  Gazing at the young woman’s deeply tanned legs he could tell it was true.

“Raise your skirt up for me again, Molly.  Hold it up so I can see you.”

Wordlessly, Molly did as she was told and Walcott leaned forward.  He could scent her arousal on the air.  “I am going to do as I promised you.  I am going to make you feel good.  Would you still like that?”

“Oh yes!”

Walcott reached out and ran his fingers over Molly’s panties.  The girl shuddered and he could just feel her dampness through her panties.  She adjusted her stance, parting her thighs.  Walcott stroked her through her panties and he detected the slightest movement of her hips toward his hand.  When he pressed his hand firmly against her pussy Molly swooned and shivered.  Fearing she might injure herself, Walcott told her to lie back in the chair.  When Molly was situated again, Walcott went back to touching her pussy and soon her panties were soaked and her breathing was heavy.

“Mmmm, that feels so good, Doctor.”  Molly moaned.

“It must have been very difficult this week to be so turned on with no release.  Well, I am going to give you release, Molly.  I am going to make you cum.  You can feel it burning inside you, can’t you?  Feel your need?”

“Yesss…”  Molly’s voice was becoming louder.

“Building for so long.  You crave this, don’t you?”

Watching the girl writhe was doing a number on Walcott.  His cock was steel in his trousers and he used his free hand to release it.  He momentarily took his hand, slick from Molly’s cunt, and used it to lubricate his own cock. Then when he returned his hand to Molly he pushed his fingers under the elastic of her panties and felt her sparsely haired mound.  Two fingers pushed right inside her and Molly arched her back.  “Oh God,” she cried.  She was breathing very hard now.

“Molly,” Walcott ordered.  “Reach out and take my cock in your hand.  I know you want to touch it.  I know you want to feel me the way I am feeling you.”

His patient reached right out and he filled her hand.  Walcott’s cock was sizable, noticeably thicker than her boyfriend’s.  She curled her fingers around that hot shaft and started jerking it in time to the fingers in her pussy.

Walcott knew that with just a few minutes more of touching her that Molly would cum on her own.  But he wanted it to be special, powerful.  He wanted to make sure that the orgasms he would give her would be the most powerful.  “You are going to cum for me, Molly.  I am going to count to five.  As I count you will get closer and closer.  It will be so intense as to be overwhelming.  And when I reach five, you will have the most shattering orgasm of your life.  Stronger than you ever believed possible.  One…Two…”

Molly was pushing her hips at Walcott’s fingers and he fucked her faster with his hand.  She had a death grip on his cock and the other hand clung to the armrest.  The fire that burned inside her was immeasurable.  Never in her twenty-seven-years had she felt anything like it.  Molly was on the verge of hyperventilating and she feared she might pass out before she could cum.

“Three…four…five,” Walcott’s own voice was strained, for right as he made his patient orgasm her hand job brought him off and he only just managed to catch his jism in an empty water glass on the table beside him.

“OH GOD DOCTOR!”  Molly wailed, writhing in the chair while she impaled herself on his fingers.  Her juices ran down between her legs, staining the dark brown leather beneath her and the powerful muscles of her cunt held Walcott’s fingers inside her.  Molly eyes fluttered and her mouth worked, but only a strangled cry came out.  Her body, overloaded on pleasure, could only go rigid and ride the tidal wave of her orgasm.

When Molly finally calmed and lay in a panting, sweating heap, Walcott took his hand back and licked her nectar from his fingers.  Her taste was strong, but pleasant.  He looked forward to tasting her again soon.

“Molly, how do you feel?”  Walcott asked.

“Amazing.  Thank you so much Doctor.  I’ve never…oh my God.”  Molly answered dreamily.

“When you awake, you will not remember what we did here, but you will wake up feeling more wonderful than ever before and it will make you look forward to our sessions very much.”

“Oh yes, Doctor.  But I wish I could remember this.”

“You will remember as soon as I put you under the next time.  You will remember how hard my cock felt in your hands.  You will want to feel it again and taste it.”

“Mmm, I want to feel it right now, Doctor.”

Walcott glanced at the glass holding his cum.  “I will allow you to taste me.  Hear, Molly, drink from me.”  He handed Molly the glass and without hesitation she slurped the contents of it down like it was the most delectable treat.  He did not even have to remind her of how much she loved the taste of men’s cum.  After she drank the contents of the glass she even flicked her long tongue into the glass.

After fetching a box of tissues from his desk, Walcott had Molly clean up the chair beneath her and pull her clothes back into place, except for her pantyhose, of course.  He had been planning on reinforcing her arousal, but he could see that was not necessary.  Instead, he reinforced her desire to be sexy and to dress sexy.  He also told her to start touching herself.

“Before you fall asleep each night I want you to think about how sexy you felt all day and I want you to touch yourself.  You will want to touch yourself, Molly.  You will want to make your pussy wet and make your nipples tingle.”

Molly looked dubious.  “Doctor, I’m not sure how.  I’ve never even thought about it.”

“You know how you like to be touched.  Start there.  Touching yourself is perfectly natural.  You want to touch yourself at night and you will enjoy it.  It will make you feel even sexier.  But you will not cum from it.  You will only cum from a man’s touch.  You will no longer feel the need to stop Matthew when he is touching you.  You will want him to make you cum.”

“Yes, I really want that.  You have no idea, Doctor.  I feel so sexy.”  Even lying there in the chair right now, Molly ran her hands lightly down her sides.

“You have done very well, today Molly.”  It is time to wake up.  When I bring you out of the trance you will awake completely refreshed and feeling wonderful, though you will not remember the events of our session.  You will only feel your new desires.”

“Yes, Doctor.  My desires,” Molly repeated, closing her eyes and smiling.

“I am going to count up to ten.  When I reach ten you will be completely awake.  One…two…three…four…”
 
 
 

three

All through lunch Molly had been aware of Jared leering at her across the table.  There were five other people at the table, but his attention was completely on her.  Laine had to ask him something twice just to get an answer.  It did not seem to bother him that he was being obvious, but maybe that was because somehow he picked up that Molly did not mind his attention at all.  In fact, she found a couple excuses to lean forward across the table, giving Jared ample opportunity to look down her purple silk blouse to see the matching purple lace bra beneath it.  On the way back to the office, Molly was in the back of the minivan with Laine, while Jared rode all the way up front.

“I cannot believe the way that asshole was acting.  That was bordering on sexual harassment.”  Laine said quietly.

“Oh, it wasn’t really that bad.  Boys will be boys.  As long as he remembers how to behave himself there’s nothing wrong with him sneaking a peek every so often.”  Molly answered, amused and tingly as she thought about Jared’s glances.

“I’m sure his fiancée wouldn’t feel that way about it.  Or your boyfriend, for that matter.  And while we’re on the subject, you know Molly, you don’t make it too hard for him with the way you’ve been dressing lately.”

Molly shot her friend a look.  “What’s wrong?  Haven’t I been dressing professionally?”

“No, no, don’t get all offended.  You’ve been professional, it’s just that you’ve definitely changed your look in the past few weeks.  You went from businesslike, but stylish to, I don’t know, it’s still very business, but…  I don’t know what to say.  Just different, but not bad.  You look great.”  It was obvious Laine was sorry she’d even brought it up.

“I just felt like updating my look, that’s all.  Wanted to be a little more comfortable, a little funkier.  Definitely less buttoned-down.  I’m only twenty-seven, I want to have fun with my clothes.”  As Molly finished, the radio station went to break and a commercial for McDonald’s tie-in with the latest summer blockbuster came on the radio.

When they got back to the office Jared asked Molly if she wanted to hang outside for a smoke before going back in.  To her surprise, Molly said yes.  Jared offered one of his Marlborough Lights and lit her with his Zippo.

“So how was your weekend?”  Jared asked, still checking her out.

“It was good, I went to the bar with my girlfriends on Friday night, spend the rest of it was Matthew.  You?”

“Oh, Maureen and I hung out, registered for the wedding.  Boring stuff.  All this domestic stuff is killing me.  I wish she would leave me out of it.”

“I’m sure Maureen appreciated having you along.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t show it later, if you know what I mean.  She was too tired from being on her feet all day.  I’m sure you and Matthew had a lot more fun than we did.”

Typical Jared, trying to shoehorn sex into every conversation, Molly thought.  “We had our fun, don’t worry about us.”

“I bet you did,” Jared said his eyes moving up her legs to linger on breasts.  Since he was wearing sunglasses he probably thought she couldn’t tell, but she could.  Jared’s boldness made her heart beat faster and Molly could feel her nipples harden, visible through her blouse, even as he stared.

“You know, you’re eyes will fall out of your head if you keep that up,” Molly said with a smile.  “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Your place or mine?”  Jared joked.

“You’re really awful.  What would Maureen say?”  Molly shifted from one foot to the other in her heels.

“Come on, I don’t think anyone could blame me.”

Molly knew he really was crossing a line now, but she really didn’t want him to stop.  It seemed like her whole body was tingling now, the tingles all swirling to one place.   “So you’re saying I should wear a potato sack to work because you can’t handle it?”

“I think I could handle it.”

Stepping close enough to Jared that he could feel her breath on her ear, Molly said, “I wouldn’t be so sure.  Now we should go inside before you make a mess.”  She pushed past him, dropping her cigarette into the basin.  As she left Jared watched her ass swishing in the short, tight black skirt she wore and wondered if those were garter straps he saw under the fabric.

Inside Molly drained a bottle of water as she tried to cool herself off.  The rest of the afternoon was a blur.  Jared was too busy to drop by her office, thank God, because Molly thought if he started flirting with her like that again she might explode.  Already her pussy was damp and she could feel her bare thighs sticking together above her thigh highs.  As she stared blindly at a motion she was typing, Molly fantasized about Matthew coming into her office and locking the door he behind him.  He swept everything off her desk, then bent her over it.  Halfway thought Molly’s daydream, though, Jared replaced Matthew.

Molly didn’t get it.  She wasn’t that attracted to Jared, even if he was a good-looking guy.  He had typical Black Irish looks, pale skin, jet-black hair and dark eyes, the Colin Farrell type.  She knew it was just the attention he paid her, really.  God, she thought, I am becoming such a tease!  After her doctor’s appointment Monday evening she’d gone to the mall and dropped a wad of cash.  Her Limited and New York & Co. charge cards were smoking.  Molly had replaced her young, hardworking and earnest law associate wardrobe with a more upscale, gunning for partner look.  But she had to.  For some reason when she went to dress for work none of her pantsuits appealed to her anymore and she had been running out of skirts that were appropriate for work.  After she bought her work clothes she’d gone to Victoria’s Secret for things to wear under her work clothes.  She’d selected garter belts in four colours and several new bra and panty sets, all of them demi-cup.  She knew exactly the kind of attention her new clothes would get her and while before her mantra had been that work wasn’t a fashion show now she felt that there was nothing wrong with some appreciative glances to brighten up the day.

She chided herself for the cigarette outside and made herself a note to make another appointment with Dr. Walcott.  That was her third one this week.  She wondered why she was slipping so much.  It couldn’t be stress because she felt better than ever.  Maybe she wasn’t such a good hypnosis subject after all.  No, she told herself.  She had every confidence in Dr. Walcott. She knew he would sort her out.

Molly went out for drinks after work, but all it did was make her hornier and Matthew just wasn’t available.  In the hour and a half they were at the bar Molly and her friends were hit on at least twenty times and that didn’t even count the numerous times guys settled for a cheap feel as Molly pushed her way to the bar to buy another round.  Although her friends were very attractive as well, it was obvious that most of the attention their group received was because of Molly.  Terri was wearing a nice top and slacks, their friend Jill was in her scrubs from the hospital and Angie was dressed similarly to Molly, but her skirt was not as short or as tight and she didn’t have the cleavage Molly did.  None of the other girls exuded sex the way Molly was lately.

Lying in bed that Molly thought she would boil over.  She’d already showered and she lay on top of the covers with her bedroom door closed in a tank top and panties while the ceiling fan turned lazily above her.  The central air clicked on and off in the background and Molly wished her parents would turn it off so she could open her window and let some fresh air in.

Again, Molly’s mind returned to the fantasy she’d had that afternoon in her office, of Matthew coming in and taking her, bent over her desk.  Only this time she was not in her office and her hands roamed.  The other night had been the first time she’d ever touched herself sexually in her twenty-seven years, but it seemed so natural she didn’t know why she’d never tried before.  Molly closed her eyes and she could vividly remember the way Jared looked at her at lunch and how she’d shamelessly teased him by letting him look down her blouse.  Feeling so naughty was something entirely new for Molly.  She’d never really given much thought to her sexual side before.  It was always there and she enjoyed fooling around, but it had never been so ever present in her thoughts as it had for the last couple weeks.  She knew sex could be great, with the right guy, but it always been something she could take or leave.  Never had she been unable to resist temptation.  But now she was openly flirting with it and it felt so good.  Molly felt as if she’d undergone an awakening and it was a wonderful feeling.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Molly touched her mound through wet panties.  She was careful to stay quiet.  Her parents and brothers didn’t need to know about her new hobby.  Her touch was light at first, but as the buzzing between her legs increased, she pressed harder, rubbing herself up and down the length of her pussy.  Her panties were quickly discarded, tucked under the covers in case she had to hide and get them back on in a hurry, and now Molly stroked the puffy lips of her bare cunt bare, her fingers sliding over them as she plucked at her clit between them.  The sparse, trimmed, dark hair around her mound was matted with her wetness.  Molly had to bite her lip and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter now.  She could be very loud when provoked.  Her legs were spread as wide as they’d go, her long legs bent at the knee, and Molly was in the full throes of her fantasy as she rubbed her pussy.  She rubbed her clit in tight little circles as she imagined Matthew, sweating and grunting as he fucked her deep from behind.  Her hips were even moving in time with his imagined thrusts.

In her mind’s eye Matthew was replaced once again by Jared.  “Oh, yes,” she softly whimpered as her dark haired associate plowed into her.  She imagined his cock to fill her completely.  Somehow she could see his face as he rode her and every once of his cockiness was in his grin as he fucked his object of office lust.

“Oh…oh…oh…”  Molly moaned, turning her face into her pillow as she was about to cum.  She pulled her hand away at the last second, her every nerve stretched taut, yearning for a release that would not cum.  Not tonight, anyway.  Playing with herself was one thing, but when it came to The Big O, Molly still wanted a man at the controls.

It was just a few days later that she saw Matthew again.  They were meeting for dinner and then drinks.  Since the restaurant was sort of between them they decided to meet there was they usually did.  It was an Italian joint with a very old world feel, not of the brightly lit, Olive Garden variety and it was one of their favourite places.  Matthew waited out front in the humidity, wishing they’d gone somewhere he could have worn shorts.

He couldn’t wait to see Molly again after their last date and he wished he hadn’t been so busy all week.  When Molly had been at his apartment last week it was like she was a different woman.  She’d always been fun to fool around with and she was so hot he was glad anytime he got her clothes off, but usually Molly was reserved and very careful to make she they didn’t go too far.  Honestly, it was frustrating at times.  Sometimes Matthew felt like they were still in high school because Molly insisted on moving so slowly.  But Matthew knew that it was important for her to cement their relationship before they got too involved physically and he cared deeply about her, so he had to respect that.

He always had such an amazing time when he was with Molly.  She wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever met.  He had never told her he loved her, but Matthew knew she could be the one and any sacrifice was worth it.  But then there was last week.  When Molly came over last week she’d been like a tigress.  Matthew was totally confused by her behavior, but he did not complain one bit.  Molly had never been so hot and bothered.  For a second there he thought she was going to fuck him.  That she’d left him with just a hand job was a disappointment, but it had also left him wanting more.  He wondered if that night had been a fluke, or if Molly was showing him a new side.  Matthew didn’t know which Molly would show up tonight, but he knew which one he hoped for.

Matthew spotted Molly’s black Acura pull into the parking lot and he started out to meet her, but when Molly emerged from her car he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew which Molly had shown up.

Molly saw Matthew halfway across the parking lot and she saw his reaction and she had to smile.  Yup, that was exactly the reaction she wanted.  She loved being appreciated.  She put a little extra swish into her hips as she walked over to her boyfriend.

In his mind’s eye, Matthew saw himself as one of those cartoon characters who’s jaw hits the ground and tongue rolls out like a red carpet.  Molly’s turquoise dress was about the shortest he’d even seen her in.  There were miles of tan pantyhose, or so he thought, covered legs between the skirt and her low heeled sandals.  The cotton dress was a thin, summer weight and hugged her every curve like it was hanging on for dear life.  The neck was squared off and low cut, revealing ample tanned cleavage.  Her dark hair was pulled back, but framed her face and a thin gold chain adorned her neck with a tiny crucifix hanging from it.  A matching chain circled her ankle.  Matthew was still speechless when Molly hugged him, melting her curves against him.  She kissed him first on the cheek, them firmly on the lips with just a playful flick of tongue.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how pretty I look?”  Molly asked, twining her fingers in his.

“You look…uh…pretty.  You look so much more than that.”  Matthew said, pulling himself together.

“Hold onto that thought until after dinner, honey.”  She said.  “You look nice too.”

Matthew actually felt he didn’t measure up at all in his khakis and dark blue shirt.

Dinner was served home style and they shared a huge portion of veal piccata and a carafe of house wine, with a giant bowl of leafy salad and piping hot bread topped with fresh whipped butter.  Everything was wonderful and although they made a valiant effort, the couple was not able to finish all the food in front of them.  And besides, they both had other things on their minds.

They were seated at a small, round, marble-topped wrought-iron table in a corner beneath a colourful fresco, off to themselves.  Instead of being seated across from each other, Molly instead sat close to Matthew and more than once throughout the meal her hand strayed to rest on her boyfriend’s thigh.  At first it just seemed like an affectionate gesture, but each time her hand lingered longer and moved higher.    Toward the end of the meal Molly knew she could feel Matthew’s cock stiff along the left leg of his khakis.  Molly wanted to tease Matthew, to make him want her even more, but she was still nervous about it.  She was only just spreading her wings.  It was wonderful to be so free, she thought, and it was very sexy, but the Molly who was not exactly comfortable with being so brazen was still there and to put herself at ease she ended up drinking more of the wine than she ordinarily would have.  Wine always went right to her head and Molly had a nice little buzz by the end of their meal.

Needless to say, Matthew wasn’t able to jump up right away at the end of their meal, but he was more than ready to get out of there.  He could tell Molly had too much wine and asked if she would be okay to drive.

“Probably, but better to be safe than sorry.  You can bring me back to my car later.”  Molly snuggled into him as they walked through the parking lot.

“So do you still want to go out, or just head back to my place?  I know it’s early still.”

Molly wasn’t sure which she wanted.  She definitely wanted Matthew alone, but she knew that would come.  She also had a strong desire to go out and show off since she looked so good.  Matthew’s hand drifted to her ass, something she never would have allowed him to do in public before, but now she felt perfectly fine with it.  She turned to hug him and when their bodies blocked the view her had moved across his crotch.  That sealed it.  “Let’s go to your place.”

The inside of Matthew’s SUV was dark, lit only by the occasional streetlight and the green glow of dashboard.  Still, Molly’s skirt had ridden up when she got into the truck and she had not bothered to fix it and Matthew swore it looked like she was wearing thigh highs, not pantyhose.  Every time the inside of the car was illuminated he glanced over and he was sure he could see the lacy tops of her stockings.  Molly was sitting as close to him as her seatbelt would allow and again her hand rested on his thigh, stroking it.  Her fingers were just out of reach of his package.  Matthew decided to return the favour, and answer his question, so he shifted in his seat to move closer to Molly and laid a hand on her thigh.  She did not react as his hand crept higher and then, yes, he definitely felt lace…and a garter strap!

“Are you wearing a garter belt?”  Matthew asked, surprise in his voice.

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I don’t know, I just am.”  His hand progressed higher and he was stroking her warm, bare flesh.  The air conditioning was blasting in the SUV, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything to cool Molly down.

Before Matthew’s hand could move higher, though, Molly took it and moved it away.  “You’d better concentrate on your driving.  Don’t want us to crash before we can get back to your place.”

Even so, with Molly’s well-manicured hand stroking his thigh it was a struggle to keep his mind on the road.  They made it to his place in record time and as she got out of the SUV, Molly was not careful about how her dress fell.  Once inside Matthew asked Molly if she wanted anything.

“I have everything I need right here,” Molly said, pulling him to her and pressing her lips tightly to his.  It was a breathtaking kiss, returned as passionately as it was given.  She took Matthew’s hand and led him back to his bedroom.

It was a sign that he did not plan on getting lucky that his room was a mess.  That was a particular pet peeve of Molly’s.  She believed everything had its place and that it should be put away there.  But she was willing to cut him some slack just for tonight.

Matthew was behind Molly and he kissed her neck while his arms went around her.  She leaned back into him and felt his erection rubbing into the small of her back.  She had plans for that and reached back to touch him.  Matthew responded by reaching for her breast and kneading it roughly, his thumb flicking her nipple, which made itself known through her dress.

“God, I want you,” Matthew breathed, finding the zipper at the top of her dress and slowly pulling it down.  He was mildly surprised she did nothing to stop him.  Instead once it was down she turned to face him and her dress off into a pool at her ankles.  Molly was quite a sight.  A demi-cup bra held her big, firm breasts out, while barely concealing her nipples, her panties were barely there and a garter belt supported her nude stockings.  The lingerie all matched the colour of her dress.  In her heels Molly was just a hair shorter than her boyfriend.

Molly unbuttoned Matthew’s shirt while he reached out and touched her, cupping her heavy breasts in his hands and massaging them in the rough way that always brought a purr from Molly.  She pushed his shirt off and kissed his hairless chest.  His fingers in her hair brought it down and she shook it out.  He steered her backwards toward the bed, but she turned them and pushed him back onto it.  She towered over him standing between his legs and seeing how badly he wanted her made Molly want to fuck him on the spot.  She worked hard to rein her desire in, even as she knelt on the bed and unfastened his khakis.  Matthew’s boxers quickly followed his pants and Molly sat back on her heels, stroking his growing cock.  It felt so hot and silky and strong in her hands.

As she was about to lean forward and kiss his cock, Matthew whispered, “I want to see you,” and she knew what he meant.  Reaching back, Molly unclasped her bra and freed, her breasts lifted it away.  Molly’s breasts hung free now and Matthew could see just how thick and dark her nipples had become.  Molly leaned forward, brushing back her hair as it fell and softly kissed Matthew’s cock on the tip before carefully licking every inch of his shaft.

Matthew’s head sank back into his pillow and he closed his eyes as the first sensations of Molly’s warm tongue lapping at his cock overcame him.  But then he opened them again because the sight of his beautiful girlfriend treating his cock like a Popsicle was something he rarely saw.  He could count on one hand the number of times she’d blown him in the months they’d been together and usually that was only after a particularly special night.  Tonight she had dressed sexy, then pushed him back on the bed and just started kissing his cock.  Molly was a changed woman, that was for sure.  He wondered just how far things would go.

Molly lapped her way to the base of his cock until it was glistening wet.  Her hand moved slowly up and down his cock while she kissed, then sucked each of his balls.  It was something she had rarely done before, and then only drunk, but for some reason Molly wanted to please Matthew more than anything tonight.  She wanted to treat him to the best blowjob he’d ever had so he would give her a nice big wad of cum.  She could hear him moaning and she sucked his balls more voraciously than before.  She smeared the precum dripping from his slit down Matthew’s shaft and it mixed with her saliva to make her hand motions even easier.  Molly ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, then engulfed it in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and slowly took him past the back of her throat.  She did not stop until her nose was buried in his sparse pubes.  This was something else she rarely did.  But Molly knew it would impress him.  She did not stay impaled on his shaft, though.  She started bobbing up and down, massaging his balls while she sucked and slurped at his cock.  It was weird, but the more she sucked him, the more she wanted to.  She could feel her cunt was dripping wet.  She almost reached down to touch herself, but Molly stayed focused.  She wanted to make him cum so badly.

Molly was sucking him like a master.  Matthew had no idea she had it in her.  She moaned around his cock as she sucked him and that made him so hot.  She was moaning encouragement the whole time too.  “You are so beautiful, that feels soooooo good, Mol….”  Both his hands were on her head, his fingers lost in her thick hair and his hips were lifting off the bed to meet her hungry lips.  Matthew wanted to last, to see if he would get to fuck her if he tried, but he just couldn’t hold out.  Molly was way too good at what she was doing.

“Mol…I’m…You’d better..”  He tried to warn her, but his warnings went unheeded.  If anything, Molly sucked him harder than before.

Yes, Molly thought, cum for me, baby.  I want to taste you.  She was sucking as hard as she could, moving so quickly, and finally her efforts were rewarded.  Matthew cried out and Molly felt the first blast of his load hit the back of her throat.  She pulled back, catching the rest of it in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue savoring the taste.  Molly couldn’t remember not liking it before, all she knew was that she found his cum delicious now.  In fact she was savouring it too long and Matthew came more than she could handle.  His cum dripped from her lips, turning her chin into a white mess, but Molly kept drinking from him until it was all gone.  When she’d depleted him, she caught all the cum that had escaped and licked it off her fingers.

Matthew was dumbstruck watching Molly licking his cum from her fingers.  Now he really thought she’d been kidnapped by pod people.  She looked so fucking hot cleaning his cum up, acting like she couldn’t get enough.  It was so hot that he didn’t even go completely flaccid.  He grabbed Molly and pulled her down on the bed beside him and attacked her breasts with his lips.  Her nipples were roughly teased and Molly whimpered.  He touched her panties and found them soaked.  Molly lifted her hips and he helped him slide them past her garters.

Her pussy practically sucked his finger inside.  Usually one finger was a tight fit, but tonight she was so wet two fingers pushed right inside her.  Molly fucked herself back on his hand and her cries became shriller.

“Oh yes…oh yes…oh yes…dammit!”  Molly moaned, fucking herself onto Matthew’s fingers.  They felt so good filling her and she knew she was going to cum quickly, finally have that orgasm she’d been denying herself all week.  Her desire was pushing Molly into a frenzy.  She was so focused on her pleasure that she almost missed it when Matthew tried to substitute his cock for his fingers.  “Noooo…not that that,” she told him, though her heart wasn’t completely in it.  She didn’t have a lot of strength to stop him, but she knew if she let Matthew fuck her she would regret it later.  However she did not stop him this time when he moved his face to her pussy.

Spreading her pussy wide open, Matthew quickly found his target and flicked it with his tongue.  Molly’s clit was so big and inflamed it would have been impossible to miss.  His lips replaced his tongue and Matthew sucked on her clit, drawing it out.

“FFFFFFfffuccckkk!”  Molly cried, locking her thighs around Matthew’s head.  Why hadn’t she let him do this before?  Oh God, it was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt.  With his mouth, Matthew brought her to orgasm in seconds flat and Molly was screaming his name.  He kept his mouth locked to her bucking body and for the first time in her life Molly experienced multiple orgasms.  She was barely down from her first amazing orgasm when she was cumming again, this time raking her nails into Matthew’s head.  She couldn’t form words, she couldn’t do anything but let the feelings control her.

By the time Matthew finished with her, Molly was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.  Matthew did not wake her, he just pulled a sheet over them and spooned against her.  Less than an hour later Molly was awake again, surprised to find herself nearly naked in his bed.

Trying not to wake Matthew, she disentangled herself from him and peeled her stockings down.  She knew she wasn’t going home, but a garter belt was not the most comfortable thing to sleep in.  She found a long t-shirt in one of his drawers and pulled it on.  Molly was going to put her panties back on, but they were too soaked.  Instead she slipped back into bed, pretty sure she hadn’t woken her boyfriend.

She couldn’t fall right back asleep, though.  Instead thoughts of the day rushed into her head, they way they always did now when she went to sleep.  She saw how that older guy at the restaurant leered at her when she was walking to their table.  She liked it too.  And the busboy had definitely been looking down her dress when he cleared the plates away.  Just thinking about how the men had been looking at her was making Molly horny again, despite the intense orgasms Matthew had given her.  She was sure he was asleep now.  His eyes were closed.

Molly pulled the t-shirt up just enough to expose her pussy and she rubbed herself.  Her lips were still puffy from before and her cunt sent those familiar scrumptious shocks through her body again.  She tried to keep her moans quiet and barely moved other than her hand, but Molly played with herself while Matthew slept right beside him.  She didn’t question why she didn’t wake him up to make her cum again, she just felt an overwhelming desire to touch herself.

Matthew could not believe it.  Molly was lying beside him, touching herself.  She was unstoppable tonight.  Where had this sex drive been before?  He felt his cock growing hard again, but he was enjoying watching Molly pleasure herself too much to interfere and he knew she would stop as soon as she realized he was awake.  Instead he just lay there squinting in the dark watching and listening to her soft moans, wondering just what she was thinking about.  He watched until she stopped ten minutes or so later and once she was asleep he drifted off to sleep too, wondering what would be next.
 
 
 

four

Walcott was listening to some middle aged housefrau going on about how her husband never listened or paid her any attention anymore when his secretary buzzed.  He was glad for the distraction.  He could sympathize with the poor slob.

“Yes,” Walcott said, lifting the handset.

“I’m sorry, Doctor, but you said to buzz through if Molly Harmelin called to cancel an appointment.  She’s on the line and says she has to cancel tonight.”

“That’s quite alright.  I’ll pick up the line.”  Walcott turned to his patient.  “I’m quite sorry, I’ll just be a moment,” he said, and then clicked over to the other line.  “Miss Harmelin, I hear you need to cancel.”

“Yes, I’m sorry Doctor, I know it’s short notice, but I’m going to be stuck here at work late.  There are some documents I need to file with the court first thing in the morning and they are not finished yet.”

“There’s no need to be sorry.”  Walcott could hear in her voice that Molly could still feel the suggestion to please him.  “I have some late work to finish too, so why don’t you come by when you’re finished and we can have our session then.”

“I would hate to impose.  I don’t want you to stay late for me.”

“I told you, I have to be here late anyway.  So please come by.  I do not think you would have made an appointment unless you believe you need one.”

“Okay, as long as you are sure, Doctor.”

It was well past seven before Molly finally came to Dr. Walcott’s office.  The office was actually on the ground floor of his home, a huge white washed home out in the suburbs.  One of those new yuppie mansions they keep throwing up in place of farmland.  There was a double garage, but Dr. Walcott’s Lexus was still in the driveway and Molly parked behind it.  There was a separate entrance on the side of the house for the doctor’s office, which was in the converted basement.  The door was unlocked, but the reception was silent when Molly let herself in.  The door to Dr. Walcott’s office was ajar, so she went to it and knocked lightly.

“Dr. Walcott, are you in there?”

“Is that you, Miss Harmelin?”  Walcott called out.

Molly pushed the door open and stepped into the doctor’s office.  Walcott was sitting behind his desk.  The only light on in the room was a desk lamp and the blinds in the back window were turned so some light came in, but not much.  Seeing him by the light of the desk lamp Molly noticed for the first time that he really was attractive for a man his age.  She guessed he was somewhere in his forties.  In the low light she could hardly see the gray that shot through his short hair.  Glasses he usually did not wear were perched on his nose, giving him an even more distinguished look.  Walcott’s jaw was strong and so late in the day there was a hint of five o’clock shadow.  He was not wearing a tie like he usually did and his shirt was open a button or two, showing he had some hair on his chest.

“Please come in,” Walcott bid his patient.  He took off his glasses and came around his desk.  “I was beginning to give up on you, Miss Harmelin.”

“Sorry it’s so late, Doctor.  And it’s Molly, remember?”

“Yes, Molly. I do remember.  So I guess you haven’t quite stopped smoking yet.”

“No.  I’m not smoking as much, but I thought I would be done completely by now.”

“Well, don’t worry.  Remember I told you during our first session that it takes longer for some to respond than for others.  Would you like some water before we start?”

“Sure.  For some reason I always wake up from our sessions dry mouthed.”  Molly said, sitting in her usual place.

Walcott brought over an empty glass and an unopened bottle of water and set them on the table beside Molly.  He encouraged her to make herself comfortable and began.  Molly had become such a good subject that he wasn’t even out of the nineties before she was under.  While she lay back in the chair, deep in her trance, Walcott activated his camera.

“How are you feeling this evening, Molly?”

“Tired.  It was a long day at work.  I’d love nothing more than to go home, get out of these clothes and take a hot bath.”  There was a weary tone to Molly’s voice.

“Well, I promise I will make you feel better.”

“Thank you, Doctor.  I always feel much better after our sessions, much more alive.  I’ve started looking forward to them.”

“Thank you.  That makes me feel very good.”  Walcott encouraged her patient and she beamed.  “Let us deal with your smoking first.”  Walcott took her through the smoking cessation again and this time he had her almost smoke free.  He knew Molly was at the point where he would no longer need this pretext for her to come to him.  With that out of the way Walcott got down to business.

“Last time you were here you told me how horny you were.  Do you remember, Molly?”

“Yes.”

“And how have you been this week?  Have you been horny?”

“Oh God, yes.  It’s been worse.  Everyday I thought I would explode.  I had to touch myself every night before bed, Doctor.  When Matthew finally made me cum I thought it was going to kill me.”

“I am glad you let Matthew make you cum.  Did he use his fingers on you?”

“He went down on me.  I didn’t even try to stop him!  And it felt so good.”  Molly grew more animated as she spoke, losing the earlier calm of her trance.

“I’m glad you did that.  It’s good to cut loose and be free, Molly.  It is good to feel such pleasure, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Doctor.  Yes, it is.”

“How do you feel when you are in the grip of it?”

“Exhilarated, like the whole world is open to me.  I also feel power.  I know by the way men look at me that they would do whatever I ask.  It’s exciting.  But I feel scared too, because I am afraid I will totally lose control and go to far.”  There was a furrow of concern on Molly’s brow.

“Do not be afraid, Molly.  Nothing you are doing is wrong.  It is very good to be free.  And too far is relative.  You know anything I would ask you to do is good.  Don’t you, Molly.”

“Of course, Doctor.  I trust you and I want to make you proud.”

“And you have made me very proud.  I want you to open your eyes, Molly.  Just like last time you will be able to see and interact with me, but you will remain under my control.”

“Yes, under your control,” Molly said, eyes fluttering open.

Walcott moved closer to Molly and placed a hand on her thigh and she did not react at all.  “Open your legs for me.”  The young woman did as she was told and Walcott pushed her short skirt up, past the tops of her stockings so he could see the crotch of her black panties.  He touched her through her panties and she shuttered.  “You get horny when we talk about your sexuality, don’t you?”

“Yes, Doctor.  I can’t help it, I’m sorry.  It just gets me thinking.  I swear, I am always horny now.”

“There’s no need to be sorry.  Horny is good.  It is good that you are always horny.”

“Molly smiled.  “Then I must be very good.”

“You are,” Walcott said, already feeling her moisture through her panties.  “From now on when you see me you are to leave your panties at home.  Coming to see me makes you very horny and you want your pussy to be open to me.  It won’t feel strange to react to me this way.  You will just chalk it up to a crush on a influential older man and how good coming to see me makes you feel.”

Molly moaned softly as the doctor rubbed her pussy.  “Coming to see you makes me feel so good, Doctor.  You’ve changed my life.”

“I’m glad you feel that way.  Do you remember holding my cock last week?”

“Yes, it was so powerful in my hand.”

“You’d like to hold it again.  You’d like to suck on it.”

“Yes, I’d love to suck on it, Doctor.  I want to taste your cum again.”  Without even being told, Molly reached for Walcott’s trousers and began undoing them.

Walcott flipped the near armrest up so it was out of the way and instructed, “Molly, I would love to see your beautiful body.”

Molly stopped reaching for his cock and instead pulled her sleeveless sweater over her head, revealing a very sexy black satin bra.  That was discarded too and her nipples stood out like dark bullets, aimed directly at Walcott.  He could not help himself and reached out to pinch them as Molly worked her skirt and panties off.  She was left with her garter belt and stockings, which Walcott told her to leave on.

“Mmm, I love having you see me like this, Doctor.  It is making me so wet.”  Again Molly reached for his cock and this time freed it.  He was already rock solid, he needed no coaxing.  She licked his cock lovingly, giving it a tongue bath as if she adored it, which she in fact did.

 He had no idea the slightly sexually repressed girl who’d first come to his office would be so good with her mouth.  But then he supposed that to keep her legs closed she’d given more than her fair share of blowjobs.  Walcott struggled to speak.  “Molly, does sucking cock make you horny as well?”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, not removing her lips from his shaft, kissing it up and down.  When he thought he could not stand it anymore she took him into her mouth and sucked on him, her head bobbing slowly, like she was savouring him.

“If you are horny, you should touch yourself.  Touch yourself every time you are sucking cock, Molly.”

Immediately her hand dropped to her cunt and she massaged herself there, moaning into Walcott’s prick.  He glanced over at the flip-out screen on the video camera and he could see the beautiful young woman leaning over the side of the reclining chair, her pendulous breasts hanging beneath her as his cock disappeared between her lips again and again.  It was too much stimulation.  Molly was sucking him, intent on receiving the fruits of her labours and Walcott could not have denied her even if he had wanted to.  He put a hand on the back of Molly’s head and fucked his cock into her mouth.  She only sucked hard and she pinched her clit down below, sending powerful jolts through her.

“Mmmmooollllyyyyy!”  Walcott cried, his cock seeming to expand right before he sent his load jetting into her sucking mouth.  He felt her tongue rubbing against his head as she scooped up his jizz and his limbs went weak.  Molly kept sucking him until she was sure she had every drip and only then did she lift her mouth from him.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Molly said, licking her lips and still rubbing herself as she lay back in the chair.  Her legs were spread wide open giving an excellent view to the camera.  “Please touch me.  I want to cum so badly.  Please.”

Walcott roused himself.  Yes, he thought.  No matter how excited she may be she would not break his admonition against making herself cum.  She still needed a man to do it.  He just could not believe his incredible luck in finding her.  She was lying there, masturbating right in front of him without being told to specifically when she had never touched herself at all before a week ago.  He was beginning to wonder just how far he could take things with her.  The possibilities excited him and he could feel his deflated cock twitch.  He had purposely not fucked her yet, not wanting to take things too quickly and run into a brick wall, but now he was wondering if she really would resist if he tried.

While Molly rubbed her clit Walcott plunged two fingers into her pussy with a slurp and fingered her rapidly.  Molly kept rubbing herself and in under a minute she was screaming with her release.

“GOD!  YES!  YES! YES!   FUCK YES!”  Molly screamed, thrusting her hips off the chair onto Walcott’s hand.  The little crucifix on its chain jingled between her heaving breasts.  When Molly calmed down she collapsed with a sigh, a fine film of sweat on her forehead.  She looked like she’d just run a marathon.  She was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.  Thank you, Doctor.  Thank you!  I think that was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.  Touching myself while I sucked you felt sooooo good.”

“Good, Molly.  I like to hear that you enjoy yourself.  I want you to go into my bathroom and clean yourself up and get dressed.  When you are finished lay back down and close your eyes.”

Molly did as she was told, gathering her clothes from the floor and going into his private bathroom, which was just off his office.  While she was gone, Walcott considered how far to go.  He knew she was ready to see him outside of the office setting now.  The suggestion that she had a crush on him would take care of it.  And he believed she was ready to behave for him without dropping into a full trance.  In a few minutes Molly returned and lay back on the chair.  Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was peacefully sleeping.  Her panties were in her hand.  Already she was taking to the suggestion that she was not to wear panties around him.  He took the silky undergarment from her hand and stuffed it in his pocket.  It would not do to have her clutching her panties when she came to.

“Listen every carefully, Molly.  On Thursday night I want you to go to The Black Boar Inn on Oakcrest.  You will arrive there at eight o’clock.  You will not remember that I told you to go there, you will simply go to have a drink.  You will be surprised to see me there.”

“Yes, surprised.  But I know I will be happy to see you.”

Walcott could not suppress his smile.  “Yes, as I will be happy to see you.  Also, Molly, and this is very important.  When you hear the word ‘Vetterlund’ you will drop into a highly suggestible state.  Not a trance, Molly, but a state where whatever you are told sounds like an excellent idea and in fact becomes your own idea.  This will happen seamlessly and you will not be aware of it.    You will remain in this suggestive state until you hear the control word again.  Do you understand?”

Molly looked very serious, like she was concentrating on what she was being told.  “Yes, Doctor.  My own ideas, whatever I am told.”

“Tell me the trigger word, Molly.”

“Vetterlund, Doctor.  I promise I will not forget.”

Perfect, he thought.  Vetterlund was the control word he used with all the women he hypnotized.  It was his grandmother’s maiden name and hardly a common surname in America.  It was a way from him to personalize his control.

“Very good, Molly.  I think it is time to wake up.  Now remember, just as always, you will remember nothing about what went on in your trance.  You will only remember the waking instructions I gave you.”

“Yes, Doctor.”  Molly said.  “I will remember to do as you told me.”

+++

For the next two days Molly had a feeling of anticipation, but she did not know why.  For some reason she couldn’t wait for Thursday to roll around and when it did she was in a great mood.  Even her coworkers noticed and commented, but when they asked why Molly just chalked it up to, “A beautiful summer day.”

It was about five after six and almost everyone had gone home.  Most people in her office worked late, but in the summertime that dropped off dramatically.  The office was mostly silent, the only sound her desk radio playing quietly in the background as she went over a filing.  The sudden knock on her open office door startled her.

“Hey, just wanted to let you know I was taking off.  You’re the only person left in this end of the office.  Drew, Megan, and Phyllis are in the library, but that’s it.  You should get out of here.  Don’t waste a gorgeous summer night working,” Jared said.

“Yeah, I’m not going to be here too much longer.  I’m in no hurry to get out of here tonight.”

“No hot date?”

“Nah, not tonight.  I’m just going to stop for a drink after work.”

“I’d love to join you, but we’re meeting Maureen’s parents for dinner.”

“Try not to sound so thrilled,” Molly laughed.

“This whole wedding thing is a drag.  Take my advice, when you get married, elope.”

“My family and friends would kick my ass.  When I get married it’s going to be the party to end all parties.”

“Well, I hope I’m invited so I get a crack at the garter,” Jared said, looking at some of the pictures of Molly’s friends that adorned her desk.  “All your friend’s are hotties.”

“Too bad you don’t get to take it off me,” Molly teased.

“Yeah, too bad,” Jared said and again Molly could feel him drinking her in.  “Well, I am outta here.  Want to grab a smoke before I leave?”

“No, thanks.”  Molly said.  Jared was about to leave when she glanced down at the file she was working on and suddenly remembered something.  “Jared, wait.  Got a quick question.”  He came back in and sat on the edge of her desk.

“What’s up?”

“Got a medical malpractice case here, and I couldn’t find the name of the expert we use for this type of case.  Maybe you know.”

“Shoot.”

Molly glanced up and saw him staring straight down the front of the white fitted shirt she had on.  It was the type with elastic in it and it was stretched very tight across her breasts.  His attention made her heart flutter so she returned her eyes to the file.  “It’s Cooper v. Goldberg.  Lindsey Cooper had her tubes tied after her daughter was born seventeen years ago, now she’s pregnant at forty-one.  I know we can get past the statute of limitations, but who’s the guy who reads our GYN films?”

“That must have been an unpleasant surprise.  Nice to know Mr. Cooper is still getting some this far into his marriage.”

“Is sex all you think about?”

Jared smirked.  “Is that a bad thing?”

Molly returned his smirk.  “I didn’t say that, did I?  Do you have the name or don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s Marie Vetterlund.  I’ll email you her info in the morning.”

Something passed over Molly’s face so fast that Jared didn’t notice.  It was as if a shadow of a thought had come and gone in the blink of an eye.  Molly was sitting straighter though and seemed more attentive.  She looked up at Jared again and she caught him looking down her blouse again before his eyes flick to hers.

“Enjoying the view?”  She asked.

Jared’s ears turned red, but he said, “Yeah, I was.  Hey, I like this new, sexier you.  We talked about this last week.  I don’t think you’d be wearing that top if you didn’t want some guys to look.  I’m not totally off base, am I?”

“No, you’re not, I want men to look.”  Molly admitted.

Jared was genuinely surprised.  “Well, thank you for the honesty.  But come on, it’s such a tease to see a hot chick like you strutting around here all day.  You don’t make it too easy for me.  Maureen’s so stressed from the wedding that I barely get it anymore.”

Molly laughed at him.  “Sorry, those are the breaks.  I like when men look, but I didn’t say they could touch.”

“Awww, that’s not right.  At least have some mercy.  Show me a little more.”

“And if I was going to, what would you like to see.”  Molly asked, pushing back from her desk, crossing her legs.  She crossed her arms over her chest as she titled back in her chair and looked up at Jared.  There was a challenging look in her eye.

Jared knew he was just being played with, but he wasn’t going to back down.  He could play just as rough.  “Well, I would say I’ll show you mine, you show me yours.  But I really just interested in seeing yours.  How about opening another button on that shirt.  Think of it as an early wedding present.”  Molly just kept smiling at him and he added in a kid’s voice, “C’mon, you know you want to.”

Molly reached up and unfastened another button on her blouse and Jared almost fell off the edge of her desk.  The highest closed button now was right between her breasts and he could see almost all of her creamy orbs down to her bra.  Molly wasn’t sure why, but Jared was right, she did want to open her blouse and show him more.

For once, Jared was speechless.  If Molly was still playing with him she was playing with fire now.  Just how far would she be willing to take it?  “Wow, that’s some view, Molly.  I would love to see more.  How about another button?”  He watched in astonishment as the gorgeous, busty brunette unfastened yet another button on her top and this time her breasts pushed the two sides of the tight white fabric aside, letting Jared see her breasts struggling against a lacy pink bra.  Her nipples were full and hard and Jared would have loved to reach out and caress them.  “Are you going to show me more?  You can’t stop now.”  His voice was almost a plea.  He had the hardest boner of his life.  This was just like every fantasy he’d ever had.  Suddenly, he remembered the office door.  “We should close the door.”

As Molly got up her skirt climbed higher and she flashed her horny coworker a large portion of tanned thigh.  She wasn’t wearing stockings today and in fact her skirt was not short.  It was a tailored khaki skirt and it came to an inch or two above her knee, but it also had a high slit right up the front.  She walked around him and closed the office door, snicking the lock in place.  She also closed the blinds over the window on the hallway.

Jared was right.  She wasn’t sure why, but she completely agreed with him.  She couldn’t stop now.  She had to show him whatever he wanted.  Her nipples were so hard they throbbed and she could feel her wetness against her thighs.  She hadn’t worn panties today.  There was no conscious decision not to, she just hadn’t put them on.  All sorts of things Molly would have never considered in the past were now second nature.  Like what was happening right now.  It was like something out of one of those late night cable TV movies, but it felt so right and Molly definitely wanted it.  Jared had turned and was sitting on the edge of her desk facing her while her back was against the door.

Staring Jared right in the eyes, Molly completely unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off.  If she had felt lust from him before she now felt unbridled passion and desire and it was as intoxicating to her as any drug.  “Do you like what you see?”  She asked.

“Damn, only a gay man wouldn’t.  I had no idea you had this in you, Molly.  Come over here, you can’t expect me to just look now.  You have to let me touch you, baby.”

She knew she had to let Jared touch her and God she wanted him too.  She was almost trembling for his touch.  Slowly she crossed the short distance to her desk and Jared held out his arms to her.  His touch was electric.  His hands stroked the smooth skin of her back, just below her bra strap and then came around her sides, tracing the lines of her underwires just beneath her breasts.  As his fingers crept up her breasts, massaging, Molly fought the urge to scream.  He was moving so slowly it was torture and from the look on his face he knew exactly what he was doing.  His touch was maddeningly soft.

“Harder, rougher,” Molly moaned.  She put her hands over his and mashed them into her breasts.  He got the hint and now massaged her breasts much more aggressively.  Her nipples kept peeking over the cups of her bra and when they did Jared would strum them with his thumbs, bringing soft mewling sounds from Molly’s parted lips.

Sitting as he was, Jared was just eye level with Molly’s chest and finally the temptation was too great.  He leaned forward and sucked one of her fat nipples between his lips.  Molly gasped and held him to her breast, shaking when his teeth found her nipple and pulled on it.  It took some fumbling, but he mastered the front clasp on her bra and Molly’s breasts were freed to him.  He wasted no time covering both quivering mounds with kisses.

As he touched her Molly’s mind flashed on all the times she had thought about how Jared looked at her, those nights laying in bed touching herself as she imagined what it might be like if he did more than just look and now he was and it was more than she could stand.

“Molly, you’re so fucking hot.  I want you so bad.  I knew you wanted me too.  I just knew it!”

“Yes, yes I want you!  I want you more than anything right now.”  Molly was reaching for his belt as she spoke and she pulled at his pants until his cock was mercifully free.  It laid in her hand like a long, hot branding iron.  Her fingers curled around it and she stroked the shaft.

“You have amazing hands, baby,” Jared told her, working a hand into the slit at the front of her skirt.  Jared was in for another surprise for he did not think that Molly was the type to go without panties.  She was so turned on she was dripping down her thighs and he decided right there he had to fuck her.  He had to feel that hot cunt wrapped around his pecker.  And the way she was acting he didn’t think she would mind.

What was really on Molly’s mind was getting his cock between her lips.  She wanted desperately to suck him and taste his cum flood her mouth.  She would have knelt right in front of her desk, but Jared’s fingers in her pussy felt too good to pull herself away from them.  He had two fingers slipping in and out of her and Molly had to bury her face in his shoulder to keep her moans from being heard.

“Oh God, yes!  Yes, Jared, just like that!”  She moaned right into his ear.

“Yeah, Molly, I know just what you need.  I know what you have to have.”

“You do, God you do.  Please don’t stop.”

But that was just what Jared did.  He was done with foreplay.  It was time for the main event.  He slipped off the edge of her desk and moved her to face it, bending her forward.  She quickly caught on and pushed back.  But then Jared had her skirt hiked up and again his fingers were at her cunt.

“No, you can’t do that.  I don’t just fuck guys, Jared.  I’ll suck you, but you can’t fuck me.”  Molly’s tone was a stern as she could make it, which was only half convincing.  In her mind it was a definite no, but all the endorphins flooding her body were singing a different tune.

“Come on, Molly.  You can’t play the cock tease now.  You’ve got me to far.  And you’re dripping wet.  You can’t deny that.  I can feel you want this just as much as I do.  I know you want me to fuck you.”

In that instant all of Molly’s doubt was washed away.  She did want Jared to fuck her.  There was no denying it.  It was something she would not even let her boyfriend do.  Molly hadn’t had sex in over three years, but now she was going to let Jared fuck her.  His fiancée didn’t matter, her boyfriend didn’t matter, all that mattered was that he fucked her right now, right there in her office.

“Yes,” Molly breathed through gritted teeth, leaning forward over her desk.  “Fuck me, Jared!  You have to fuck me now!”

A hand on her back leaned her farther forward and Molly’s nipples dragged the cool wood of her desk.  Her skirt was bunched around her waist.  Her long legs and heels aided Jared and he had no trouble slipping into her.  His bare cock entered her in one easy stroke.

“Oh God Yes!”  Molly cried.  It had been so long and now Molly couldn’t understand why she had waited.  His cock felt so wonderful.  She knew what she had been missing for so long.  Jared was not gentle and she did not want him to be.  There was no starting slow.  She was tight and his cock was reaching places long untouched, but Molly wanted it hard.  The harder the better.  Being bent over her desk and fucked had to be rough. She told Jared as much.  “Harder!  Harder!  Fuck me, Jared!”

Jared had a hold on Molly’s hips and he was slamming his cock into her full force.  Wet sounds filled her office, accompanied by the rhythm of their bodies slapping together and Jared was giving Molly the kind of hard, nasty fuck that he could never give Maureen.  Pictures and her stapler and other objects shifted off Molly’s desk, clattering to the floor, but he did not let up.  Her mouse dropped from the desk, swinging on its cord and banging into the wall.  Molly leaned forward, her breasts were swaying from the force of his slamming into her.  She laid flat on her desk, lifting her ass into the air for Jared and gripped the far edge.  An orgasm had hit her almost as soon as he first entered her, but now Molly felt another looming, a more powerful one.  She let Jared master her body and Molly just hung on for the ride.

“Come on, baby, turn over,” Jared ordered, lifting Molly and flipping her so that she sat on the edge of her desk.  Her legs were lifted over his hips and he entered her again, holding Molly by her ass as he drilled into her.  Molly leaned back on her hands and those magnificent breasts jiggled with every thrust.  The look on Molly’s face was pure ecstasy and that was what he wanted to see.  Jared wanted to see the effect he had on his coworker.  She’d been teasing him for weeks and now he was getting his due.  Her tight pussy squeezed his cock and he knew this would not be his best performance.  But a quick fuck was right for the office anyway.  “Fuck yeah!  Fuck yeah!”  Jared growled in time with his thrusts.  He could feel his shirt sticking to his back with sweat.  He would definitely have to clean up before dinner with Maureen’s folks.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck me, Jared!  Yes…harder…harder…HARDER!”  Molly came again and shouted, aware that anyone passing in the hall would have heard, but she just couldn’t help herself.  She could sense Jared getting closer and implored, “Don’t cum in me, please.  I’m not on the pill.  Come in my mouth, Jared.”

Hearing Molly talk like that pushed him over the edge, but Jared had no intention of pulling out.  There wasn’t time.  He was ready.  “I’m gonna come in you, baby.  Gonna cum in your pussy, so enjoy it!”  With that Jared gripped her ass tightly and she felt him hosing the inside of her pussy with his seed.

Molly couldn’t resist because while she was panicked about Jared cumming inside her one second, the next she was enjoying it.  Enjoying it so much she came again.  “Yes, cum in me.  Give it to me, Jared!”

Jared kept slamming his cock into this raven-haired coworker until his cock finally withered and there was nothing more to give.  He stepped back and suddenly felt very foolish wearing his shirt and tie with his pants and underwear around his ankles.  He picked up the box of tissues that had tumbled from her desk and used a few to clean himself off.  Molly just lay back on her desk, panting.  “That was in-fucking-credible, Molly.  I just had no idea.”

“Yeah, Jared, thank you.  You have no idea how much I needed that.”  Molly sighed, totally content.  She levied herself up from her desk and found her bra and blouse.

Jared came over and kissed Molly for the first time and she returned the kiss warmly.  “We’ll definitely have to do that again sometime.”

Yes we will, Molly thought, but answered, “We’ll see.”  She did not want to appear too eager, even if she was.

Once they were both dressed and composed, Jared unlocked her office door.  There was a cleaning person in the hallway and he wondered just how much she’d heard.  He checked his watch and saw he was half an hour late for dinner.  “I have got to get out of here, Molly.  Sorry to fuck and run.”

Molly laughed.  “Don’t worry about it.  I need to get out of here too.”

“See you tomorrow, Molly,” Jared said, disappearing.  She had only just sat down when he popped his head around the door one more time.  “Oh yeah, don’t let forget to give you Marie Vetterlund’s contact info tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Molly sat behind her desk and felt like clouds had just parted to let the sun through.  What that really just happened?!?  Did she really let Jared fuck her in her office?!?  What was she thinking?  How could she do that?  Let alone they were both involved, she just didn’t do that!  Molly did not have one night stands and certainly not in her office!  She was so confused.  She was angry with herself because she had let her lust cloud her judgment, but she had wanted it.  God, did she want it.  Everything Jared had said had been right.  She did want to expose herself to him and then she did want to fuck him, even if she knew deep down she shouldn’t be.  But she hadn’t had any doubt when she was doing it.  Then again, she still felt high from the orgasms she’d only just had and that was making it very hard to feel guilty.  Was it really so bad?  Well, she told herself, she should not have done something like that in her office.  She had to keep work separate.  God, how was she going to face Jared tomorrow?

There was only one thing Molly was sure of.  She had to get out of there and get a drink.
 
 
 

five

Molly had driven by The Black Boar Inn plenty of times, always on her way to somewhere else.  Even as she walked it she knew it was not the kind of place she would usually go for a drink.  Molly liked up places with lots of people, people her own age, places with noise, places that were fun.  Fun was not the first word that came to her mind as she took a seat at the bar.  The Black Boar Inn definitely had an old school, old country vibe going for it.  Dark wood was everywhere, from the mahogany bar to the beams in the ceiling.  The stools and the booths were all padded in dark, supple leather with brass tacks.  There was an animal head here, an expensive dartboard there, Bass Ale mirrors, hanging on the walls.  The taps were all for British or German imports.  Molly was a Miller Light girl herself.  The place was only moderately crowded and she had no trouble finding a spot at the bar.

She wondered what exactly she was doing there.  Driving by she’d suddenly been seized with an urge to stop inside for a drink.  Now she was just hoping the neither of the older men on either side of her offered to buy her one.  The bartender gave her a “what-are-you-doing-in-here” look and took her order.  Molly knew she was probably the only person all day to order an American light beer.

“Miss Harmelin, is that you?”  The voice from behind her was familiar, but she couldn’t place it.  Turning on her stool Molly was very surprised to see Dr. Walcott.

“Dr. Walcott, how are you?  What a weird coincidence.”  She said.

“Please, come and join me at my table.  I was just having an after work cocktail.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.  I’m sure the last thing you need is to spent time with your patients outside the office.”

“Nonsense.  I insist.  I can’t leave you at the bar to drink alone.”

Seeing that the psychiatrist wasn’t taking no for an answer, she accepted his invitation and joined him at a booth in the back.  The recessed lighting at the back table was even lower and about the only illumination came from a candle on the table.  There were no chairs on the outside of the table, so Molly ended up sitting beside the doctor in the high-backed booth.

“What brings you here, Miss Harmelin?  I cannot imagine this is your sort of place, or that you are in the habit of drinking alone.”  Walcott sipped at his scotch and soda.

“I dunno.  Just a whim, I guess.  And seriously, call me Molly, Doctor.  The whole Miss Harmelin thing makes me feel like I am back in school.”  And actually there was something about Dr. Walcott that reminded her of a teacher, perhaps a college professor.  He seemed exactly the type of distinguished man that college girls always seemed to be having crushes on.  Although older men were usually not her thing, Molly was again struck by just what a handsome man he really was.  She could feel herself developing something of a crush and told herself not to be so silly.

“Well, since we are outside of the office, if I am to call you Molly, I must insist you call me James.”  Walcott smiled.

“Okay…James.”  Molly said, trying it out.  It seemed to fit.  For some reason calling him by his first name did not seem weird at all.  In fact, just being with Dr. Walcott…no, James…just being with James was making her feel a lot better.  Molly still felt very, very weird about what happened with Jared.  Just thinking about what she had done had her reeling.

Walcott could read the turmoil on Molly’s face and asked, “Is everything alright?  You look concerned.”

Molly did not think it was appropriate to discuss what she’d done with him.  He was just helping her to stop smoking, he wasn’t her full time therapist.  Besides, Molly was starting to think of him as a man, not as her doctor.  Molly was suddenly aware of how closely they were sitting in the booth.  There were only a couple inches between them.  “It’s nothing, really.  Just, ummm, something that happened at work,” she said, picking at the label on her bottle.

Walcott could tell she was genuinely disturbed and he did not think Molly was the sort of women to let a work problem weigh on her so heavily.  He knew it had to be something else and he meant to get it out of her, but he would take his time working into it.  “How has your struggle with smoking going?”

“Oh, much better.  I’ve barely smoked at all this week.  I think you cured me James.”

“I am glad, though I have to admit, I’ll miss having you in my office.”

Molly found the thought of not seeing James again sad as well.  “Maybe I can come up with some other neuroses for you to cure.”  Her smile was radiant.  She was very glad she’d run into him.

“Some people come in for hypnosis as a sort of mental cleaning out.  Just for the refreshing feeling they get from it.”

“I do always feel wonderful afterwards.  It’s been the highpoint of my week.  I have to say, I do find myself looking forward to my appointments.  Maybe I will have to come in for a ‘cleaning out.’”

“I would enjoy having you, Molly.  How are things going with your boyfriend?  Wasn’t his name Martin, or Mark?”

“Matthew.  Things are going great with him.”  Things were going great with Matthew, but that just left her more confused.  If she was becoming more serious with her boyfriend why had she fucked Jared this evening?  And why was she now wondering what it might be like to kiss James?  She had to put that right out her mind.  He was her doctor, for chrissakes.  But still, Molly couldn’t help but ask, “I was wondering, do patients every get crushes on you?”

Walcott gave her another lopsided smile, a smile she found very appealing.  “Is that just idle curiosity?”

It took all she had not to turn twenty shades of red.  Steadily she said, “Do psychiatrists always answer a question with a question?”

“Sometimes I guess it is difficult to leave work at the office.  Sorry, Molly.”

“That’s alright, James.  It’s just that I’ve read about that sort of thing happening.”

Walcott was very pleased with the direction the conversation was taking.  Obviously Molly was taking to every suggestion he had planted in her fertile subconscious.  “Yes, it does happen.  Of course, I try to do everything to discourage it.  Sometimes it is difficult, as I am sure you can imagine.  I would not become involved with someone I was actively treating.”

Molly immediately thought, you’re not treating me anymore, and was just was immediately ashamed of herself.  What kind of slut was she becoming?  “Why isn’t there a Mrs. Walcott?”

“Oh, there was.  But she was more interested in the title of Mrs. Walcott than the duties of a wife.”

She was crazy, Molly thought, but said, “I hope you don’t beat yourself up for her mistake.”

“That’s very kind of you, Molly,” Walcott said, putting a hand over hers.  Instead of taking her hand away, Molly curled it around his.

Molly was feeling such an odd swirl of emotions.  She was feeling very warm toward James.  She was not thinking of him as he doctor at all, just as a very attractive man.  There was power in his gaze and she felt warm and safe.  She was also feeling that tingle between her legs that seemed so omnipresent anymore.  Even though Jared had fucked her less than an hour ago she could feel the need growing in her again.  Molly was angry with herself, but that was easily pushed aside by all the good things she was feeling.  James’ hand on hers seemed to send a warm glow through her entire body.  She was feeling that tingly anticipation she always felt when she was waiting for someone to kiss her.

Quietly, so low she almost missed it, Walcott said, “Vetterlund.”  Knowing what he was looking for, the doctor saw his patient’s reaction and was pleased.  “I’m so glad you are here this evening.  Running into you was such a pleasant surprise.”

“Yes, I’m really glad I ran into you too, James.”

“I can tell there is something on your mind, though, Molly.  I really wish you would tell me.  You know you can trust me completely, there’s nothing you cannot tell me.”

Molly was full of conflicted emotion.  There were certainly some things she did not think were okay to admit to her doctor, but when he told her it was okay, she believed him.  “I’m not really sure how to say this.  It’s just too weird.  I’m not used to feeling this way.”

“It will be easier if you just say it.”

“You don’t understand, James.  I don’t have crushes, people have them on me.  This is all new territory to me.  And I don’t admit my feelings.”

Walcott could barely contain himself.  He could see Molly struggling.  Obviously being completely open with her feelings was against her nature, but he could see her defenses tumbling.  Despite what she might think, Walcott could see that Molly wanted to tell him what she thought was her ‘secret.’

“I…I think I have a crush on you, James.”  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Molly blushed deeply, so much that Walcott could see it even in the dim lighting of the bar.  “I’m sorry.  I know it’s not appropriate.  I don’t know why I even told you.”  Molly turned away from him.

Walcott reached over and turned Molly’s face back to his, making sure he wore the proper expression of compassion and confusion.  It wouldn’t be prudent to show that none of what she said came as a surprise.  “Molly, please don’t be embarrassed.  I have to be completely candid.  I’ve felt something too, ever since you first came into my office.  But of course I dare not say anything.”

Molly was speechless.  Never in her wildest dreams did she think that would be his response.  She looked into his blue eyes was became lost in them.  Her heart caught in her throat and when she leaned forward, James’s lips met her halfway.  His lips felt softer than any man’s she ever felt and his kiss pierced her like an arrow, rooting her to the spot.  Molly brought a hand up, ran it through James’ thick hair and the passion of their kiss grew like a sunrise, soft tentative at first, but growing with intensity until it was hot and glowing an enveloping.  Molly eagerly sucked James’ tongue into her mouth and teased it with her own.  Every bit of her burned for James.  Her need for him made what she’d felt for Jared only hours pale.  For once Molly did not analyze her feelings, she just rode with them.

Walcott let his hand wander beneath the table where it easily found the slit in the front of Molly’s skirt.  He felt she wasn’t wearing stockings and then that she wasn’t wearing panties.  She was so obedient.  He loved that.  He didn’t love what he found, though.  He immediately knew that someone had been there before him.  Molly’s pussy was engorged and slick, too slick for her to just be wet.  Walcott knew another man had come inside her and recently.  But that didn’t make any sense.  If there was one thing Walcott had established it was that Molly was not the type that slept around.  Had she seen Matthew before coming to the bar and he’d finally worn her resistance down?  Walcott wondered if he had erred and made the young woman too horny.  He had to know.

Molly reached for James’ hand and moved it away from her pussy.  It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, though she wasn’t sure she wanted him touching her in a public place.  But she did not want him touching her there so soon after someone else had fucked her.  She broke their kiss and looked at him, uncertainty in her eyes.  How would he react if she told him the truth?  But then, she knew she could not keep it from him.  She could keep nothing from James.

“There’s something else you need to tell me, isn’t there?”  James asked.

“Yes,” Molly said, pausing, then forced it out.  “I was with someone else earlier.  Another man.”

“Was it your boyfriend, Matthew?”

“No.”  Again she turned her face from his.  “I’m sorry.  I know what you must be thinking.”

Walcott was angry, but kept it hidden.  What the hell happened?  “Don’t be sorry, just tell me.  All of it.”

Molly turned back to James and was relieved when she did not see disgust.  That was something, at least.  She told him, all of it.  She told him how horny she’d been for so long and how Jared had come into her office and how all of the sudden she was overcome with desire and when he told her she had to fuck him she knew he was right.  “I can’t explain it,” she said, “I was just out of control.”

Walcott knew there was only one explanation.  “That doesn’t sound like you at all, Molly.”  He sounded concerned.  He put his arm around her.  “What were you talking about when he was leaving?”

“Just work stuff.  He gave me the name of an expert I’d asked for.”

That’s it, Walcott thought.  It had to be!  “What was the expert’s name?”

“Mmm, Vetter…Vat…”

“It’s not important,” Walcott said, cutting her off.  What were the odds?  This Jared was one lucky bastard indeed.  Walcott knew he would have to undo the damage her coworker had done.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of slut.  I’m really not, James.  I have all these new feelings that seem to have come from nowhere and sometimes it gets to be too much.”

“Shhh, Molly.  Don’t worry about it, really.  You are a young woman.  You are probably just coming into your own sexually.  Don’t give it another thought.”  To show her he really wasn’t bothered Walcott kissed her again, with just as much passion as before.  “If you really want to make me happy, you’ll go and wash yourself up.”

It took Molly a moment to catch on.  “Of course I will.”  She slipped out of the booth, leaving Walcott time to plot his next move.  Molly returned shortly.

“You don’t mind if I see how you did,” Walcott said, again slipping his hand up the slit of her skirt.  She was still very wet, but he could tell she’d done a fine job removing the remnants of her earlier session with Jared.  He did not merely touch her and remove his hand, though.  He kept it between her legs, rubbing her moist lips.

Molly closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as pleasure flooded through her at James’ touch.  He pressed into her lips, rubbing her, until he rooted her clit from between them.  Her clit was engorged and sensitive and James’ touch made her jump in her seat.  Molly grabbed onto the edge of the table with both hands and spread her legs as wide as the khaki skirt would allow.

Walcott felt his young patient growing wetter as he rubbed her beneath the table.  She grew so wet that his finger slid right inside her, despite her tightness.  Molly let out an audible sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder.  Then she turned her face into his shoulder to muffle her soft moans as he added a second finger and slowly sawed them in and out of her, all the while keeping his thumb pressed on her clit.  Molly gyrated her hips to match his motion.

“Please…please…please…”  Molly whimpered, her eyes still shut tight.

“Please, what?”  Walcott asked, his voice gravelly.  Playing with Molly was giving him a major hard-on.  He would be seeking Molly’s help with that soon, but for now he was just enjoying his power over her.

“We…ohhhh…shouldn’t be doing this here,” she breathed.

“I can’t help myself, Molly.  I’m sorry.  I just find you so sexy I have to touch you.  I’ll stop, if that’s what you want.  You don’t really want that, do you?”

No, Molly did not want that at all and somehow James saying it out loud just reinforced it.  She loved his hand right where it was.  Her need was so great and James was taking care of it, it was like he could read her mind.  “No, I want you to touch me.  James…”

She had grown so wet that Walcott could hear the squishing of her cunt over the low murmur of background noise.  He could feel her whole body tensing and he knew she was getting close.  Molly gripped his arm with one hand and her other wandered to his lap.  She had no trouble finding the outline of his cock in his pants and she stroked it.  Sticky fluid leaked from the end of his cock, leaving a tiny wet spot on his pants.  As Molly got close, pressing her face into his shoulder wasn’t doing much to muffle her moans and Walcott grinned as he saw some of the men in the bar glancing in their direction.  He knew that making Molly cum in a public place would be just one more step on the road to total depravity.

“Oh…ohhhh…ohhhhhh…god…”  Molly was doing her best to keep quiet, but it was so hard.  Her strangled cry came out as something like a squeak as she came and her eyes flew open to see a man old enough to be her father sitting at the bar, staring at her.  Molly’s face burned with shame, but the naked lust on his face made her orgasm that much more intense.

Molly’s grasp on his cock as a bit too hard and Walcott had to remove her hand.  Her pussy gripped his fingers, trying to keep them inside her as she came.  Liquid gushed out of her and Walcott would be surprised if there were not a stain on the back of her skirt.  That only thing that could have made the moment better would be if he could have caught it on tape.  The tension left Molly and she sagged against him.  Having so many orgasms in one day as taking a lot out of her.

‘Are you okay, Molly?”

“Yes.”  She stretched up and kissed him.  “That was so intense.  I’ve never done anything like that before.”  She reached for her beer and drank deeply from the bottle.

“But you don’t regret it.”

No, she didn’t.  It was so out of character for her, but she did not regret it for a moment.  “No, it felt so good.  How could I regret something that feels like that?”

“That’s a very healthy attitude.”  Walcott said.  He felt Molly’s hand slide back to his cock.

“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” Molly whispered to him.  “What can I do?”

With her in the suggestible state Walcott knew he could get her to do just about anything at the moment, but he knew patience was still his best course of action.  There were so many things she would do for him going through his mind and he forced them back.  He would get some relief from her now, though.

“We should leave here.  I do have a reputation to protect, you know.”

Funny, Molly thought, why wasn’t she worried about her own reputation?

Walcott took Molly by the hand and led her out of there.  Molly could not meet anyone’s eyes for she did not know how many of the men in there knew what she had been up to with James.  She felt uncomfortable that some of them were surely thinking of her as some kind of a slut.  James was parked in the back of the parking lot and he led Molly into his dark sedan.

No sooner were the doors shut than Molly was leaning across the console, kissing James passionately.  The windows were heavily tinted and she was reasonably confident that no one would be able to see inside.  She was up on her knees in the richly leathered passenger seat.  When James reached to the buttons on her blouse Molly eagerly helped him, unbuttoning it to the waist.  While he mashed her breasts in his hands, Molly was once again touching him through his pants, but this time she was also unfastening them.  She wanted his cock out and she wanted to taste it.  She felt naughty getting busy in front seat of a car, she hadn’t done anything like this since she was in high school, but the naughtiness of it just turned her on more.

Walcott was going crazy.  He just wanted to get his cock in Molly’s mouth.  He wanted some relief and he wanted it now.  As he touched Molly’s breasts he realized that her bra hooked in the front and he sprung them free.  He had to stop kissing her to get a good look at them.  Her chest was quite a sight.  The curvy young woman had a body we could never tire of.  “God, I want you so bad, Molly,” he breathed, meaning every word.  And he knew he would have all of her sooner than later.

Molly brushed her hair back and descended on Walcott’s bare cock and he praised her oral work with grunts and moans.  The girl was a marvel with her mouth.  Even without his suggestion he knew she sucked cock like she wanted it, not like she was doing it because she had to.  Her mouth was hot and wet all around his cock and her suction was exquisite.  He felt the flat of her tongue on his shaft as she bobbed up and down.  Walcott also noticed that her hand was busy between her legs, as per his instructions.  She had him very close when she pulled her lips from his shaft and looked up at him with a powerful need in her eyes.  She mouthed, “Touch me,” but if she spoke it was too quiet for him to hear.  She took his hand and put it up her skirt.  Of course, Walcott realized.  She wants to cum again and she cannot make herself cum.  Well, he was more than happy to oblige.  Her cunt was puffy and swampy when he touched it, not surprising considering the amount of action she’d seen today. All he had to do was slip two fingers into Molly and she pumped her hips up and down on them.   It reminded Walcott that he had to do something about her coworker, but he could change the trigger word without putting her under and he couldn’t do that in the car.  Besides, other things were occupying his attention at the moment.

Walcott couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that his orgasm triggered Molly’s own.  As soon as he released and sent his cum jetting into Molly’s hungry mouth, the raven-haired girl writhed on his figure, moaning into his cock even as she tried to swallow.  That resulted in much of his load running down her chin and onto her hand.  When they’d both finished cumming, Molly leaned forward, her head resting on his thigh.  She looked up at him licking the cum from her lips and chin with utter contentment.

Molly felt completely drained.  She’d never come so many times in one day in all her twenty-seven years.  All she really wanted to do was curl up in James’ arms and sleep, but that was not a possibility considering they were in a parking lot outside of a bar.  Instead she returned to her seat and fixed her clothing.  She took an Altoid from her purse and also found a wet-nap to clean up with.  She saw James watching her and smiled shyly.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just an amazing young woman.  You cannot imagine how lucky I feel at this moment.  Part of me just wants to drive away with you, right now, and never look back.  But I know there are complications.”

“Because I was your patient?  Nothing happened while I was under your care.  And now I am done.”  Molly hoped he wasn’t trying to let her down easy.  She did not drop her guard for anyone the way she did for James.

“Well, I still have to see you one more time, as your doctor, before I can officially release you from my care.”  Walcott said, knowing that would give him the opportunity to fix things.  Since Molly was progressing so much better than he anticipated he was ready to bring her into the final stage.  “And there are other things.  I am older than you, Molly.  How would your family react?  What would your friends think?  What about Matthew?”

“I hadn’t really thought about any of that.  All I know right now is how you make me feel and I know I don’t want that to stop.”  What was she going to do about Matthew?  Despite what James made her feel, Molly knew her feelings for Matthew were just as strong.

Walcott could see her confusion and set about fixing it while she was still in the suggestible state.  “You don’t have to worry about any of that now, Molly.”

Yes, James was right.  “No, I guess not.”  She did feel a lot better.

“We can just see where this leads.  We don’t have to feel any pressure.”

No pressure at all, Molly thought.  She was glad James always knew the right thing to say.

“I had better get going.  Come by my office tomorrow after work, at seven.  We can have our last session and then we will be free of our doctor-patient relationship.”

Molly leaned across the seat and kissed James.  As she pulled away he whispered something, but she wasn’t quite sure what.  She let herself out of the car and as she crossed the lot she saw one of the men from earlier leaning against the wall by the entrance.  He looked at her like he knew exactly what she’d been doing and suddenly Molly felt very cheap.  She really wasn’t the type of girl who gave blowjobs in cars.  At least, not anymore.  She hurried to her car where she had to sit and clear her head before she could drive.

Nothing that happened today made any sense and Molly was really starting to think there was something wrong with her.  Why had she become so sex obsessed all of the sudden?  Yes, it felt great to feel sexy, but she was taking it too far.  Letting Jared fuck her was wrong on so many levels.  But when he told her he wanted to fuck her it was like a fog came over her and she couldn’t say no.  And then when James was touching her in the bar, Molly knew she should make him stop, but she couldn’t make herself.  All that mattered was that she got off.  Maybe I need to go to a convent and get away from men for a while, she thought.  Whatever was going on with her, Molly made a promise to herself that starting tomorrow she was going to get some control in her life.  She had free will and she did not have to let her hormones run her life.

+++

Molly didn’t have to wait long for the moment she was dreading.  Jared was in her office bright and early and smiling like the Cheshire cat.  He didn’t even have to open his mouth.  She immediately felt like she was on display and that fact that she liked it bothered her.  Don’t get pulled in, don’t get pulled in, she told herself over and over again.

“Hey, Mol, how was your evening?  Did you get that drink?”  He asked.

“Yes, how was dinner with your future in-laws?”

“It was nice, but they thought I looked a little tired.  Wonder why?  I told them I was stuck at the office, working very hard.”  Jared chuckled.

Don’t get pulled in, don’t get pulled in.  But then Jared sat on the edge of her desk.  Molly remembered exposing herself to him, remembered him bending her over this very desk.  She remembered him saying, “We’ll definitely have to do that again sometime.”  Her pussy grew hot and she was feeling things she did not want to feel.  “Well, hopefully you won’t be kept at the office again tonight.”

Jared pulled a frown.  “I was hoping I might help you again.”

“Sorry, I have a doctor’s appointment,” Molly said, glad she had a real reason not to stay.

“How about we do lunch?  Just the two of us?”

No jumped to Molly’s mind, but, “Yes,” came out of her mouth.

“Great,” Jared said.  “I’ll see you then.”

Three and a half hours later, Molly was in Jared’s apartment, being pulled toward his bed, the one he shared with his fiancée, and leaving a trail of clothing.  By the time she was at the edge of the bed, Molly was down to her panties, garter belt and stockings.  Jared’s hands were everywhere at once and she was aching to feel him inside her.  How could she be doing this?  Why couldn’t she say no?

“I cannot believe how fucking hot you are.  Do you always wear stocking or is this outfit for me?”  Jared said, tearing at his pants.  He could not get naked fast enough.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” Molly complained, even as she let Jared push her down to the bed and pull off her panties.  It hadn’t been made that morning and the sheets were all twisted.  Molly laid back and Jared fell on top of her.  She could feel his hot cock bobbing against her thigh.  He kissed her hard and Molly returned it, her passion betraying her words.  “What about Maureen?”  She breathed, feeling the tip of his cock brushing her wet lips.

“This isn’t about her.  It’s about you and me and what we want.  You want me, don’t you, baby?”

“Yessss…”  Molly moaned as Jared sank his cock into her.  God, did she want it.  She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside.  He pushed until he was buried to the hilt.  “Ohhh Godddd…fuck me!  Fuck me Jared!”

“Yeah…fuck yeah!  You’re a fucking hot bitch Molly!”  His hips were flying as he threw himself into her.  Her pussy was clutching at him, milking him.  She was such a better fuck than his fiancée.

Feeling the ecstasy of Jared’s cock drilling into her Molly couldn’t blame herself for giving in.  Fingers felt nice and she did love to suck cock, but nothing felt as great as a nice, thick cock in her cunt.  Molly reached up and clung to the headboard, feeling the mattress bouncing beneath them.  She could see the grimace of effort on Jared’s face and read the tone of his grunts to mean that he was going to cum.  Well, this time Molly had no intention of letting him cum inside her and besides, she wasn’t finished with him yet.  If she was going to give in to her desires, she was going to get everything she wanted.

Molly pushed Jared off of her and then rolled on top of him, sweeping his cock back inside her.  She leaned back and Jared held her hands to help her balance as she gyrated her hips, grinding down on him.  Jared’s cock stabbing up into her felt so much deeper.  Molly liked controlling the fucking.  She rode Jared slowly, building up.  When she felt him getting close again, she would back off, making sure he would last until she was ready to let him go.

“Fuuuuccckkkk,” Jared exhaled.  Molly looked like a goddess rising above him, her full breasts swaying with her movements, her dark hair sex-tousled.

Molly leaned forward, gripping the headboard again, this time using it to keep her up.  She angle brought her breasts right into Jared’s face and he kissed and nibbled at her nipples.  It was like icing on the cake.  Now she was pounding her cunt down onto Jared and her orgasm hit her so fast it startled her.  “GOD YES!  YES!”  Molly cried.

“Fuck yeah!  I’m gonna cum too!”  Jared panted, holding Molly’s hips and thrusting up.

With a great deal of willpower, Molly pulled off of him.  The first blasts caught Molly across the breasts, leaving a big sticky mess.  Another shot caught her in the cheek before she got his cock into her mouth and sucked down what was left.  It was the first time Molly had ever tasted herself and she found it not unpleasant.  She knew what she must look like with Jared’s cum smeared all over her.  She knew she looked exactly like what she was.  Molly sat back on her knees and her fingers trailed through the cum on her chest.  Mmm, she loved the taste of cum and couldn’t help herself.  Molly wiped the cum up with her fingers and then licked them clean.

“You’ve got to be kidding!”  Jared exclaimed.  “You should be doing porn, Molly.”

Suddenly, Molly blushed.  “Shut up, Jared.  Every time you open your mouth you ruin in the mood.  Just sit back and think about how lucky you are.”  Molly finished cleaning herself up, making a show of it.  The way Jared looked at her made her so hot.  If they had the time she knew she would fuck him again.  She was glad they didn’t.

Back at the office, Molly’s guilt made her feel like everyone knew that she’d had a lunchtime quickie.  She felt she had it out of her system though.  She knew he would whine like a baby, but Molly was certain she was not going to go to bed with him again.  Between James and Matthew she had enough going on without throwing Jared into the mix.  She had to straighten her situation out.  Thinking of James made her happy and she looked forward to her appointment after work.  She’d showered before leaving Jared’s so she hoped James would not figure out she’d been with Jared again.  Even though she had a boyfriend, when she was with Jared it felt like it was James she was betraying, not Matthew.
 
 
 
 

six

“Hi, Sandra,” Molly said as she put her name on James’ sign-in sheet.  His pretty blonde secretary was behind her desk, packing her things up.

“What a long day,” Sandra said, putting her handbag on the desk.  The tall, leggy woman stood up and told Molly, “You’re the last appointment of the day.  I’ll let Dr. Walcott know you’re here.”

The was a light rap on the door and Walcott broke stride, saying, “Come in.”  He’d been pacing for the last ten minutes while he waited for Molly.  Everything was in place and ready for his young patient’s final appointment.  Sandra stuck her head around the door and told him Molly had arrived.  “You can show her in, Sandra and then take off.”

“Thank you, Doctor.  I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”  Sandra said very sweetly.

Walcott had to smile.  Even after several years he still found Sandra enjoyable.

Molly came in and Walcott shut the door behind her.  He could see her movement was tentative, like she didn’t know how to respond to him after yesterday.  To put her at ease he pulled her close and kissed her softly, yet meaningfully on the lips.

When James kissed her Molly felt more relaxed.  She was afraid that after having time to think about it he would decide that she wasn’t worth the hassle.  She was glad to be wrong.  They exchanged pleasantries and James took her jacket while she sat in her usual place.  The hypnosis chair was so comfortable.

“So what do we have to do to make this our final appointment?  Is there paperwork I have to sign?”  Molly asked.

“There is some of that, but I figured while you are here I may as well put you under one more time.  You commented that you found it very refreshing.”

“That would be wonderful.  And after the day I’ve had I could use it.”

“Rough day at work?”

“Just very active.”  He didn’t know the half of it.  “And I had client meetings all afternoon.”

“I was going to tell you how nice and sexy you look, Molly.”  James said.  The pale blue sleeveless dress Molly had on hugged her every curve.  Even with the jacket she’d been wearing there was no disguising what a marvelous body she had.

Hearing James tell her she was sexy made Molly tingle.  “Thank you.”

Walcott took his place beside Molly, asked her to relax and had her under in less than five minutes.  As soon as she was under, he turned on his video camera

“Molly?”

“Yes, James.”

“How are you feeling?  A lot of has happened since our last session.”

Eyes closed, Molly smiled.  “Very good.  I’m really confused, but I feel good.  I feel good being near you.”

“I like having you near me too as well, Molly.  Tell me why you are so confused.”

“Because I don’t understand myself anymore.  Sometimes I feel like I am a whole different person now.  I am feeling all these strange new things and sometimes it’s like I don’t have any control over my actions.  I find myself doing things I would never do before.  It’s a little frightening.”  Molly was becoming agitated.

“Molly, breathe deeply and relax.  There is no reason to be upset.  Breathe deeply and allow all this tension to just seep out of your body.  Let the contentment flow in.  I want you to tell me how you are feeling, but you won’t be upset by it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, James.”

“Good.  When you say you are doing things, do mean things like what you did with your coworker?”

“Yes.  I can’t believe I let him fuck me.  I never do that.  I’ve had more sex in the last two days than I have had in the last two years!”

“Did you fuck him again today, Molly?”  Walcott was angry.  He did not like not being in complete control.  Obviously Molly’s desires were very, very powerful and he was going to have to rein them in.  He would have thought casual sex was completely outside of her character and therefore she wouldn’t do it, even with suggestion, but apparently temptation was too strong.

“Yes, I’m sorry, James, but I did.  He took me back to his apartment and fucked me in the bed he shares with his fiancée.  I knew I shouldn’t be there, doing that, but I couldn’t help myself.  I was so horny, I wanted him so bad.”

“Remember to remain calm, Molly.  You are right, you should not let this young man have sex with you.  You are not to let it happen again, under any circumstances.”

“Yes, James.  I will not let it happen again.”

“Good.  Your other behavior should not trouble you, though.  I want you to just accept it as normal and healthy.  From now on it will not occur to you to question your sexual behavior or feelings.  It will just feel right and that will be that.”

“Yes, normal and healthy.  I shouldn’t feel guilty about what I feel because I can’t control that.”

“That is correct, Molly.  Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I feel safe around you, James.  You are so powerful.  You are the only person I’ve ever felt I could give myself to without holding back anything.”

“Do I turn you on?”

“God, yes.  More than anyone.  I get wet just thinking about you.  When you made me cum yesterday it was so amazing.  I wanted it so badly, even though I was afraid of being caught.”

“But you know to trust in whatever I want, don’t you Molly?”

“Yes, James.  Always.”

“Good.  Would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes.  Now that I know it’s normal and healthy.  I’ve always felt just having sex was wrong, that you had to wait, but I don’t want to wait anymore.”  Molly’s voice was breathy and Walcott knew just thinking about it was making her wet.

“But you know that you will have to convince me it is alright.  I will resist because I care for you, but you will persist.  You will keep trying to seduce me until I give in and fuck you.”

“Yes, James.  I want you and I will convince you to fuck me.”

Excellent, Walcott thought.  It was the perfect masterstroke to make it seem that she was the one pulling him into bed with her.  Her devotion to him was complete.  “Do you remember our trigger word, Molly?”

“Of course.  It is Vetterlund.”

“Hearing the word Vetterlund will no longer have that effect on you anymore.  From now on your trigger word will be tapestry.”

“Tapestry,” Molly repeated, “not Vetterlund.”

“Exactly, Molly.  And when I count backward from five and snap my fingers,” Walcott snapped his fingers loudly, breaking the silence, “you will fall into an immediate trance.”

“Yes, James.”

Now there was only one more loose end to tie up.  “Molly, how do you feel about Matthew?”

“Very strongly.  I don’t understand how I can have these feelings for you and feelings for him that the same time.  It doesn’t seem right.”

Walcott knew that if her feelings for her boyfriend were really so strong he would not be able to erase them with a simple command, no matter how perfect of a subject Molly was.  Instead he would have to ease her away from him.  “Molly, I want you to limit yourself to seeing Matthew once a week.  And when you do see Matthew you will be distracted by thoughts of me.”

“I won’t be thinking of Matthew?”

“No, you will not.  You will be thinking of me.  And when he touches you it will feel good, but not nearly as good as when I touch you.  He will no longer be able to make you cum.  How will that make you feel?”

“Frustrated, I’m sure.  But I understand.  I know you only want what’s best.”

“That’s right Molly.  And with every time you see Matthew you will want him a little less until you no longer want him at all.”

“Yes, James.”

“Very good.  Now it is time for us to prepare to wake.  You will of course remember what you are to do, but they will be your own thoughts, not directions you were given.”

“Yes, James.  My own thoughts.”

Walcott brought Molly out of her trance.  She blinked her eyes open and stretched her arms above her head and smiled while Walcott tilted the hypnosis couch to an upright position.

“So that’s it?”  Molly asked.

“That’s it.  You just have to sign off for your insurance and I am no longer your doctor.”

Molly followed James to his desk, where he had the paperwork waiting.  With a few flicks of a pen she was no longer his patient but could now become something more, she hoped.  She turned around and kissed James hard.  He took her in his arms and returned the kiss.

“How would you like to come upstairs and let me make dinner for you?”

That was music to her ears.  “Just lead the way.”

James’ house was beautiful.  Obviously he’d spent a lot of money decorating, but it was all very tasteful.  A huge sectional cream leather couch dominated one side of the living room, while a huge home entertainment set-up occupied the other.  There were expensive sculptures and painting on the walls.  It looked like a bachelor pad by way of Architectural Digest.  Molly sank into the couch with a class of blush after James repeatedly refused her attempts to help him in the kitchen.  A classical piano piece played softly below the sounds of dinner being prepared that came from the kitchen.  Even among her parents’ friends Molly had rarely seen such a display of wealth.

Walcott fetched Molly when dinner was ready and on the table.  He’d lit candles and dimmed the lights with a remote control.  He served an excellent pasta and seafood dish and he could tell by the rapturous sounds she made while eating how much Molly was enjoying it.  She also drank freely of the wine he served with it, but he did notice she was making sure to keep her head about her.  Of course none of this effort was necessary.  Walcott could just as easily made Molly strip out of her clothes and fuck him on the dining room table with a snap of his fingers, but it was better to draw it out this way.  By taking this approach there would be less confusion on Molly’s part.  It would only serve to reinforce everything he had implanted in her mind under hypnosis.  Molly would believe whole-heartedly that she had fallen for him of her own free will and never question her feelings.

After dinner they returned to the living room and Walcott was about to ask Molly if she had to leave when she pushed him back to the couch.  She stood over him smiling and he wondered just what she had in mind.

“James, I want you to know that you’re not like any man I’ve ever met.  Of course guys my age could never be like you, but even so, I don’t think anyone could touch me the way you have.  I feel like my whole world’s changed and I know it’s all happened since I met you.  No one has ever had this effect on me.  I want to show you just how much you’ve effected me.”

Molly pushed between his legs and knelt on the edge of the couch.  She leaned forward and her hair tumbled forward while she kissed James hungrily.  All through dinner she’d been turning things over in her mind and she knew what she wanted.  Everything she said was true.  James was not like other men.  She wanted to give herself to him completely, in a way she’d never given herself to any man.  Molly was an expert at holding back.  She always kept something in check, some part of her for herself, but she knew she couldn’t do that with James.  It was like something had clicked and everything had fallen into place.  Molly finally knew who she was.  She didn’t want to.  When she’d fucked Jared it was because he’d seduced her.  She wanted to show James that it was different for him.  She wanted him to know she was his whenever he wanted.  His arms were around her and he was pulled into the power of their kiss, fueling it with his own passion.

“I want you, James.  I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone,” she breathed, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.  His hands roamed her body, exploring her, but not in a rush like men her age touched her.  He was learning her curves with his fingers.

“You know I want you too, but I don’t know.  I’m not sure we should rush into anything.”  Walcott said, putting as much sincerity into his declaration was he could muster.

Molly kissed him, then looked him in the eye.  “Is it because I am younger?  Do you think I don’t know what I want?  Or is it because I was your patient and you think this is just some passing crush?”

“I can’t say the thought hasn’t occurred to me.”

“Then let me show you, let me prove to you how serious I am.”

Molly stood again, reaching back to tug down the zipper on the back of her dress.  “I don’t just throw myself at men, James.  And I don’t just sleep with anyone.  You’re different, special.  And I am going to show you that.”  She shrugged her shoulders forward and her dress tumbled down.  She pushed it past her hips and then stepped out of it, kicking it away.  Molly was a vision in stockings, garter belt and a black lace shelf bra that did practically nothing to restrain her breasts.  Her tiny gold crucifix winked in the weak light.  With every deep breath the massive orbs of quivering flesh threatened to burst out.  Molly’s nipples were hard little bullets burning through the lace.

“I know you are not some fickle young girl, Molly.  But still,” Walcott stammered.  As he took her splendid form in he knew refusing her tonight would be more difficult than he’d thought.  She had the face of a fairy princess and the body of a goddess and all Walcott wanted to do was fall on her and take her.

“This is what I want.  You are what I need, James.  And you’re not going to convince me otherwise.”  Molly’s bra joined the rest of her clothes and she stepped out of her heels before kneeling between James’ legs and working on his pants.  He did not try to stop her and Molly hoped she had convinced him her need was real.  She couldn’t think of any guy she’d been with before that would have refused such an invitation if she’d offered it.  James’ cock filled her hand and she was eager to have it fill her mouth, but Molly took it slow, licking his cock gently like it might come apart in her hands.  He was thick and strong and she could the blood pumping through the hot shaft as she licked and kissed it.  She spent quite an amount of time sucking and kissing his balls while she pumped his prick in her perfectly manicured hands.

Good God, Walcott thought, thinking of everything he could to keep from blowing his load then and there.  He knew that if she popped his prick into he mouth right now it would be just a few strokes and he would be a goner.  She was a determined young woman, he had to give her that.  If he didn’t have his eye on the bigger picture he would not have been able to withstand the temptation.  He felt her nails lightly tickling his cock as the tip of her tongue traced back up toward the head and Walcott let out a long, low groan.  Molly brushed her hair back and looked up at him with twinkling eyes as she softly sucked on the head of his prick.  Her tongue dug into the little slit at the tip and Walcott gripped the soft leather of the couch while his body went taut.

“Do you want me now, James?”  She asked, licking his head between words.

“Of course I do.  But…”

“No buts,” Molly whispered and slipped him back into her mouth, this time taking him deep, until he hit the back of her throat and sucking hard.

For just a moment Walcott wondered who was the master and who was the slave, but he pulled himself together.  He lifted Molly’s face from his cock and pulled her up onto the couch with him.  It did not take much maneuvering to get Molly on top of him, facing the other direction.  With the young woman in this position he hoped he could distract her.  While she sucked his cock he spread her open and found her clit with his tongue.  She was dripping wet, as he knew she would be and she glazed his face as he licked her.  She shook as his tongue criss-crossed her clit, teasing it and leaving it, only to returning again.  Molly pushed her pussy back onto his mouth and his cock between her lips barely muffled her moans.

Molly was sucking James’ cock as fervently as before, but with his tongue is her pussy it was hard to keep her mind on the task.  Molly had never been in this position before and she wondered how she was supposed to give a good blowjob when her cunt was being so expertly attended to.  She had wanted to seduce James and now he was turning the tables.  He caught her clit between his lips and sucked it, drawing it out.  Molly tore her mouth from James and cried out, GOD YES!  JAMES!  OH MY GOD!”  Matthew’s job of going down on her paled in comparison to James’ skill with his tongue.  He slipped a finger inside her and then added a second and his digits pumped into her burning cunt while his lips and tongue sparked her fire.  Her orgasm started like a fist tight inside her and then it exploded outward, taking all her sense with it.  She locked her thighs around James’ head and literally screamed while she convulsed with pleasure.  Her mind was fogged and she was only dimly aware that James was still sucking on her and fingering her and she knew her orgasm stretched into two and three orgasms.  It was only when James moved her that the fog began to clear.

Walcott moved Molly onto her back on the couch.  She was weak limbed and posable like a doll.  His cock was at the bursting point and he was ready to cum too.  The power of Molly’s orgasm was something to behold and he was glad he had a hidden camera running on the whole thing.  He knelt next to Molly’s head and she smiled up at him, a sleep satisfaction in her eyes.  When he pressed his cock to her lips they opened and took him in.  Sucking was about all she could manage and Walcott cradled her head while he fucked her mouth.  It was brief though and soon Molly was swallowing his load.  It bubbled and flowed from her lips, leaving her face a mess, but Molly kept right on sucking until it was gone.  After he was tapped out, Walcott sat back and stroked Molly’s hair as he looked at her.  She was as beautiful as ever, thought she looked like the slut he was turning her into with his cum streaking her face.

“That wasn’t fair,” she said, dreamily.  “You turned the tables on me.”

“Molly, you’re a beautiful, fantastic woman.  Don’t worry, there is plenty of time for us to do everything you want.  But I want you to be sure before you give yourself to me like that.”  Sometimes Walcott thought he should have gone to Hollywood rather than graduate school.  He figured he could have had a case full of Oscars by now, but how could that work be more satisfying than this?

“But I am sure.”

“Then waiting will not hurt anything, will it?”

It was well past midnight before Molly dressed and left James’.  There were four messages from Matthew on her cell and she wondered what she was going to say to him.  She cared for him a lot and she couldn’t just tell him that she had found someone else and it was over.  Matthew meant a lot to her, despite what she felt for James.  Before she’d never been into any one guy and now she was hung up on two.  She’d put herself into a spot, that was sure.  Maybe James was right.  She should take things a bit more slowly and make sure that what she felt for him was real and that it wasn’t really Matthew that was in her heart and had caused her to open her eyes.  It was just that when she was in James’ presence he was so powerful.  She determined she would go to Matthew tomorrow and see just how she felt with him.

+++

All through their date Matthew knew something was wrong.  The hot blooded woman that Molly had become over the past couple of weeks was now replaced with a distracted, almost sullen girl who most definitely had something on her mind.  He tried to figure out what was up in a roundabout way, but it was clear Molly wasn’t going for that.  If he wanted to know what was going on he was going to have to ask her himself.

They went to see the latest Julia Roberts movie, which had been her idea, not his, and then out for some beers afterward.  She did leaned into him during the movie, but somehow he expected her to be more affectionate.  Maybe that had just been a phase she was going through for the last few weeks.  Later, at the bar, their conversation was sparse and again Molly’s mind seemed elsewhere.  Matthew figured it would be a short night, which was why he was surprised when she wanted to go back to his place.

Molly couldn’t put her finger on it, but things were definitely different with Matthew.  She was still attracted to him, though she didn’t want to jump his bones, which was odd considering her constant state of arousal.  And every time she looked into his eyes Molly found that she still cared for Matthew very much.  He still gave her that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling.  But, the whole time she was with Matthew she did nothing but think of James.  How had James invaded her mind so fully in such a short amount of time?  That’s how she knew what she felt for James was special because she’d come to trust him more, revealing her every secret to him, than Matthew and in much less time.  Maybe, she wondered, what she felt for Matthew was something different, more like a filial love.  She decided to test it and asked Matthew if he wanted to watch a DVD back at his place.

In the dark living room Molly sipped at the beer she’d eagerly accepted from Matthew and snuggled into his side.  It did feel good to be held and being in such close physical proximity to Matthew reminded her of how horny she’d been all day.  All of her male coworkers had admired the tight skirt and camisole top she’d worn to work today.  It wasn’t lost on her that in the afternoon, after she’d taken the jacket off, many of the men in her office had found excuses to come to her office.  Jared was one of those men, but Molly had shut him down every time he tried to bring up what happened between them.  To Molly that was a closed book.  She had no intention of letting Jared get her into bed ever again.  All of the men in her office so openly taking in her charms all day had done a number on Molly and by the time she got home to change for her date with Matthew she’d found her pussy very wet.  And now being against Matthew only reminded her of how much she longed to be touched.  She vividly remembered how Matthew had made her cum before and wondered if perhaps she should seek a repeat performance.  If only for a moment, James was not the foremost thing in her mind.

Matthew was not aware that Molly’s hand was traveling south until he felt it come to rest on his crotch.  He grew hard under her massaging hand and he was torn between stopping Molly to ask exactly what was going on and just letting it go and enjoying his time with her.  When she could feel the outline of his shaft, Molly grasped it through his cargo shorts and stroked it.  Matthew’s mind was made up.

Turning, Molly kissed and sucked on Matthew’s neck as her hand snaked inside the loose leg of his shorts.  She touched him through his boxers and felt the wet spot of his cock lubricating itself in anticipation.  Molly licked her lips in expectation of his warm cum filling her mouth.  Matthew grabbed her, pulling her into his lap.  Her sleeveless top had a deep V-neck and Matthew kissed deeply into, losing himself in her ample cleavage until he had to come up for air.  Molly used the break to pull her top off, showing yet another of her now omnipresent lace demi bras.  This one was a baby blue, which made her passion-hardened nipples look an even darker crimson.  Molly pulled his face back to her breasts and reveled in the pleasure as he scooped them from their cups and suckled them.

Even through her shorts, Matthew could feel the damp heat of Molly’s excited cunt.  Her shorts were so tight he had trouble unfastening them and Molly had to help.  Molly lifted her butt from his lap so he could pull her shorts down her long legs and she kicked them off before opening her legs to her boyfriend.  She moaned as he rubbed her and pushed back into his hand.

The hand between her legs felt great, but Molly was surprised by what she didn’t feel.  She was very turned on, but she didn’t feel the excitement she’d felt when she and Matthew had been intimate in the past.  She almost thought her excitement at Matthew’s touch had more to do with her being so horny all the time than it did with him especially.  He tweaked her clit and pleasure rippled through Molly, but not the shocks of pleasure she would have thought she’d feel.  Matthew was doing everything right, but Molly began to feel frustrated.  It was like when she touched herself.  Her excitement grew, but it was leashed, kept just short of her orgasm.  Molly just did not understand.  Maybe after being so mastered by James Matthew just couldn’t please her in the same way anymore.

Quickly, Molly’s frustration grew larger than her arousal and she was ready to scream, but unfortunately not from pleasure.  She pulled Matthew’s hand out from between her legs and moved off his lap.

Matthew was even more confused now.  Why did Molly stop him?  Last time they were together she couldn’t get enough.  Molly knelt on the couch beside him and lowered her face to his lap.  He felt her lips wrap around him.  God, her mouth felt great.  She made all his questions disappear, at least for the moment, with her sucking lips and swirling tongue.  He bucked his hips off the couch and thrust his cock deep into Molly’s mouth.  The more he fucked her mouth the harder she sucked and within minutes he was pumping his load down her throat.

Molly brushed her hair back and looked at Matthew while licking her lips clean.  When she looked at him she saw everything that made her heart melt, but somehow it all added up to something different now.  The confusion was upsetting and suddenly Molly just had to get out of there.  She looked around the room for her clothes.

“What’s going on?’  Matthew asked, fastening his own shorts.

Molly shimmied into her tight shorts and answered Matthew without looking at him.  “I need to get out of here.  It’s been a long day, I’m going to go on home.”

“Molly, something’s wrong.  Tell me what’s going on.”

“There’s nothing wrong really.  I just have to go.”

“Molly!”  Matthew followed her.  She was pulling on her shirt as she made her way to the door.

“I have to go!”  She shouted, near tears.  She was out the door before Matthew could catch her.

+++

Molly lay on the beach staring out at the surf crashing against the sand while music pumped into her ears through headphones attached to a CD player.  She’d tried to read, but there was too much on her mind.  The sun beat down on her and Molly let the tension sweat out of her.  There was nary a cloud in the sky and the sun was beating down at a punishing ninety-two degrees.  Beads of sweat stood out on the miles of exposed, tanning skin Molly’s bikini revealed and she reveled in it.  Molly loved the beach and the heat and felt totally in her element.

With a quick phone call this morning Molly called out of work.  She just did not feel like wasting another beautiful summer day in the office.  She had plenty of vacation time.  Molly took the three-hour drive to the beach with the car radio blaring and the sunroof open, letting the hot breeze buffet her and blow her hair around.

Sipping at her bottle of water, Molly saw the guy at the next blanket over staring at her chest.  She wasn’t wearing a tiny bikini, but any swimsuit struggled to restrain her chest.  Molly had a body that had been built to fill out a bikini.  Molly felt a shiver of excitement at the guy checking her out and her nipples visibly stiffened.  The guy was pretty cute.  Molly slowly let her legs fall open and through her sunglasses she watched his eyes as they trailed down her flat, shiny belly to rest at the juncture between her legs.  She was really enjoying playing with the guy and decided she needed to touch up her suntan lotion.

Molly squirted a generous amount of lotion onto her belly and took her time rubbing it all around, on the exposed acreage of her chest and her stomach, then up and down those long legs, lifting them each into the air.  The tingling in her pussy became a full-fledged throbbing as the guy was stone still staring at her.  Molly couldn’t understand why she’d never appreciated the joys of teasing before.

The smack was so loud that Molly could hear it through her headphones and she opened her eyes to see her watcher’s girlfriend had hauled off and gave him a good one.  She was cursing him out, but Molly pretended like she didn’t know she’d been watched.  Even so, she thought it was a good time to jump in the ocean and cool off.

The water was cool and refreshing and Molly stayed out for a while, battling the waves and dodging between kids on their boogie boards.  She dunked under and smoothed her hair down her back.  As she walked back to her beach chair, water dripping from her curves, Molly knew that every eye was on her.

Once she was dried off and arranged back in her chair, Molly checked her cell and saw she had one missed call.  When she heard the voice mail from James her heart beat a little faster.  She so looked forward to seeing him again.  Last night with Matthew had only proved to her that what she felt for James was real.  Whatever she had with Matthew she knew it wasn’t as strong as her feelings for James.  Matthew had left her four messages today, but she hadn’t answered any of them.  However, as soon as she heard the message from James she dialed his number.

“Molly, I’m so glad you got back to me.  Is that the ocean I hear?”  James asked.

“Yes.  I decided to play hooky today.  What’s up?”  Molly tried to keep the excitement out of her voice.  She didn’t want James to know how much she missed him.

“Nothing, just wanted to hear you’re voice.”

That’s so sweet, Molly thought.  “Well, now you’re hearing it.  I wish you were here at the beach with me.”

“Trust me, so do I.  Playing in the surf with you would be a lot more fun than being stuck here in my office.”

“So jump in your car and come on down.”

“I wish I could.  I did have a reason for calling.  I am having some colleagues for dinner on Friday night and I was hoping you would be able to join me.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t I just be in the way?”

“You could never be in the way, Molly.  Please, I would like you to be there.”

Was she ready for this?  Molly really wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet people James had a professional relationship with.  What would they think?  Would they think she was just a little gold digger, or maybe a star struck patient?  Molly wanted to say no, but she didn’t want to disappoint James either.  “If you want me there I will be.”

“Excellent, Molly.  I will let you get back to your tanning.  I will see you Friday night at eight-thirty.”

“Eight-thirty it is.”  Molly agreed.
 
 
 

seven

Sandra stood off to the side, on the right hand of Walcott, completely naked but for a garter belt, black stockings and a pair of heels.  She stood very still and there was nothing about her manner to suggest that she found it the least bit odd that she was nude in a room with six completely dressed men, none of whom was her husband.  Her husband thought she was working late, which she was, though surely not in the manner in which he thought.  Sandra had a very nice body and looked younger than a woman of thirty-eight.  In fact her trim body kept drawing admiring glances from the men in the room, though they’d all seen her naked before.  She was tall, nearly five-foot-nine in her heels.  Walcott preferred tall women.  As she was nude it was clear that her honey blonde hair, cut to fall just past the nape of her neck, was natural.  Her breasts, a large B-cup, showed little signs of gravity and her body did not betray that she was a mother of two.  She remained still, at Walcott’s side, waiting for her Walcott’s biding.

“So are you going to show us this girl you’ve been speaking of, or shall we have to go on imagining her?”  Asked a man with thinning blonde hair and blotchy skin of someone who’d spent too much time in the sun over the course of a lifetime.  He had not taken care of himself and could have been anywhere from fifty to sixty years old.  He was one of Walcott’s five colleagues arranged on the large sectional.  The others were Templeton, a tall, lean man with too-dark-to-be-real black hair and a stuffy English accent, Epstein, a short, well-built psychiatrist from Long Island who was recognizable as an on-camera expert for one of the all-news cable networks, Booker, a very light skinned black man in his forties with close-cropped reddish hair and a scholarly look, and Sachs, a very handsome olive-skinned man with thick black hair greased back to his scalp.

All of the men were prominent psychiatrists and practiced throughout the country and Europe.  They’d all gravitated toward each other in medical school when they all discovered that each of them had not gone into medicine for the most altruistic of reasons.  Together, they developed the method of hypnosis, which they all now used.  They’d all used their abilities to seduce women for years, though each to a different degree.  Epstein, for example had used his abilities to make his model wife fall in love with him and to keep her as a complete submissive.  He’d also used his abilities on each of her sisters and he maintained affairs with each of them with their full consent.  Some of them had used their abilities to seduce and tame a number of women, as Walcott did, while the blonde who’d asked the question, McDaniel, had become very wealthy keeping the various young women that certain rich and powerful men bought on the white slavery market compliant.  On occasion they’d swapped their conquests back and forth and they met several times a year to keep up on each other’s activities.  Their last meeting had been the previous fall at McDaniel’s villa on the Mediterranean.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue, McDaniel,” Booker said, sipping at his cognac.

Epstein laughed at that.  “It is only a virtue for those who must practice it.  For the rest of us it is unnecessary.  But I have to agree, I would like to see this young woman.”

“She is due to arrive soon.  But first I thought I would show you some tapes of our sessions so you can get to know her,” said Walcott.  He thumbed the remote in his hand and the large TV came to life with an image of Molly reclined in the hypnosis couch with her eyes closed, entranced.  What followed was an edited presentation of all her sessions, which displayed the progression of her submission to her doctor.  Walcott could tell by reading his colleague’s faces that they were all impressed.  Molly was certainly one of the most beautiful women any of them had seduced.

“Based on what she said in her first session, I am amazed at her rapid progress,” Templeton said in clipped tones as Molly disrobed for the first time on the screen.

“Clearly you tapped into a vein of repressed sexuality that surely she was unaware of herself.  An excellent find, my friend,” said Sachs.

“That is quite an excellent body she has.”  Epstein said.  “She looks as good as my wife’s youngest sister does, and that’s after several surgeries.”

As they watched Molly going down on Walcott, Booker asked, “Did that feel as good as it looks?”  Walcott only smiled.

“All through dinner all I am going to be able to think about is what she looks like naked.  Hopefully she’ll be nicely displayed.”  Epstein said.  “Sandra, come over here please.”

Sandra, highly suggestible as she was, went right over to Epstein like a well-trained pet.  Epstein pulled his cock out and told the pretty blonde to suck him off.  Sandra dropped to her knees in the thick pile carpet and took Epstein’s cock in her mouth and went down on him as he watched Molly going down on Walcott on the screen.  As the scene switched to another of Molly’s sessions, Epstein put his hand on the back of Sandra’s head and he forced his long cock deep into the back of her throat.  She did not gag at all, fluidly taking the doctor down her throat and sucking him eagerly.  Practice, after all, makes perfect.

When Epstein was done with Sandra, Templeton called her over, but instead of using her mouth, he sat her on his smallish cock, facing outward and ordered her to ride him.  Fortunately Sandra was extremely aroused, on Walcott’s instruction, so his cock slipped right inside her with no discomfort and she planted her heels and thrust herself up and down on the proffered cock with her hands on her knees.  Sandra began whimpering, but that was silenced when McDaniel pulled her mouth forward onto his cock.  Sandra, a member of her local church’s board of Deacons let the two men double team her as if it were as natural as grocery shopping.  Not only did she let them fuck her, she enjoyed it.  She craved their cocks, and she came many times as she rode them before they’d both shot their loads.

All the men had used Sandra many times before and they all used her again while watching Molly’s sessions.  Only Walcott himself did not partake of his assistant’s charms, wanting to save himself for the main event with Molly later.  He did take pride in how pliant Sandra was.  Before Molly she had been his most eager subject and that was why he’d kept her one when he’d released all his other subjects eventually.  Sandra originally came to Walcott because of a mild depression problem.  Walcott had made her happier than she’d ever known, though the price had been steep.  Walcott suspected that the woman’s second child was not even her husband’s.

When the tape of Molly’s sessions finished, all of the men present applauded.  There was plenty of backslapping to go around.  McDaniel stood and offered a toast.  “To our colleague, Dr. James Walcott, who I believe may have just raised this whole enterprise to another level.  Congratulations, old boy!”  The men all chinked their glasses together and then a cum-covered Sandra refilled all their glasses.

“Any chance you will be willing to trade or lend this one?”  Templeton asked eagerly.

“I don’t think I would ever consider such a thing.  At least not for quite sometime.”

“Just so, if you ever do consider it, please keep me in mind.”

They’d all just retaken their seats when the doorbell rang.  “That would be her right now, I suspect.  Sandra, please go downstairs and get cleaned up and then come back up to serve dinner.”  Walcott said.  Sandra made her exit and Walcott switched the television off and the stereo on.  “If you’ll excuse me for a bit,” he said and went to answer the door.

Molly was shifting from foot to foot, waiting for James to answer the door.  Her stomach kept flip-flopping and she felt the strong urge for a cigarette, an urge she could resist thanks to James.  Ordinarily, Molly was a very social person and got along with everyone she met, but meeting a group of James’ colleagues was different.  She just hoped she would be able to come off as more than just a kid.

James opened the door and Molly stepped forward, pulling him into an embrace.  Somehow just seeing him made her feel better.  “What is that for?”  James asked, returning the hug.

“Nothing,” Molly said with a kiss.  “Just happy to see you.”  She stepped into the foyer and could hear men in the other room, but could not see them yet.  She pictured a bunch of stuffy middle-aged men in jackets with patches on the elbows smoking pipes while debating if a cigar really was just a cigar.  “So how do I look?”

She, of course, looked beautiful, as always.  Her sundress was a light blue and had an empire waistline, which accentuated her breasts.  Spaghetti straps hid her bra straps and showed off her tan while a slit in the side showed off a nice amount of leg when she took a step.  She looked sexy and sweet, but that was not what Walcott had in mind.

“You look beautiful Molly, but I was hoping you would wear something a bit more dressy.”  Molly pulled a face, unhappy that he seemed displeased with her.  He added, “Don’t worry, dear.  I took the liberty of picking something out for you myself.  Let’s go upstairs.”

Walcott showed Molly to his huge bedroom, which was at the end of a long hall.  The bedroom was nearly as large as the living room and included a sitting room and a dressing area.  One wall was completely mirrored, while the wall opposite was all glass with doors that opened onto a balcony.  The beige carpet was so thick that Molly could feel her heels sinking into it.  A door led off to the master bath and another to a walk in closet.  The room was centered around the biggest bed Molly had ever seen.  It looked like you could have a Roman orgy on it and still have room for a fitful nap undisturbed.  A white duvet covered the bed and upon it laid a black dress.

“I hope you like it,” Walcott said, knowing she would.  She would like anything he gave her.

“How did you know my size?”

He couldn’t very well say that she had told him her measurements under hypnosis, so he said, “I have a good eyes for such things.  I think you will find it fits perfectly.  I am going to go back downstairs to entertain my guests.  Feel free to use anything in my bathroom and come down when you are ready.”  He kissed her and left her alone.

Molly set her purse down on the bed and held the dress up.  The first thing she noticed was that there wasn’t much to it.  Secondly she noticed that the silk was very thin.  She wasn’t sure it would fit.  Because of her measurements, a large bust with a thin body, she rarely bought dresses, instead sticking with skirts and tops.  Anything that fit over her breasts usually hung on the rest of her body like a tent and she wasn’t about to get everything fitted.  The sundress she was wearing now had taken forever to find.  She unzipped it and removed it, then folded it and laid it on the bed next to her new dress.  Molly gave her thigh-highs a tug and adjusted her bra and then slipped into James’ dress.

It took some doing to get into the skimpy dress.  The back was just one thin strap above her lower back to hold it together.  Spaghetti straps came over her shoulders and the front swept dramatically low.  If Molly were going to wear it, she would have to be very careful about leaning forward.  It was short as well, well above the knee with a slit on the thigh.  Molly went to the mirrors turned around, checking out how the dress fit.  There was no way she could wear a bra with it, since it had no back.  She slipped her bra off and checked herself out again.

I can’t wear this, Molly thought.  They are going to think I am some kind of gold digger now.  The black silk hid nothing, and that included Molly’s nipples, thick even when not aroused.  It was fortunate she had decided to forgo panties again tonight because a pantyline would have shown.  With every step Molly’s breasts swayed and bounced.  Although she was still very firm, Molly knew she was too big to go without a bra, but this dress gave her no choice.  She wanted to change back into the dress she’d come in, but she felt bad.  James had gone to the trouble to pick this dress out for her and while it wasn’t something she would have picked for herself it was sweet of him to do so.

Molly twirled for the mirror again.  She did look very sexy, she knew.  In fact, she oozed sex in this dress.  She could almost imagine herself as some high priced call girl in the dress, open to the highest bidder and the thought made her laugh.  She knew James wanted to see her in this dress and wanted her to be seen in this dress.  It told her how sexy James thought she was and that made her pussy tingle.  But she’d never worn anything so revealing in public.  Could she pull it off?  She so wanted to make James happy.  She would never know if she could get away with it if she didn’t try it, so Molly decided she was game.  She grabbed her handbag and fixed her make-up in the mirror and then headed downstairs to make her entrance.

+++

Matthew pulled to a stop about a block behind Molly.  She turned into the driveway of a very large white house, more of a mansion than a house really, and was out of sight behind a large fence surrounded by hedges.  He waited until he was sure she had to be inside and then drove up, slowly passing the house.  There was a circular driveway in the front with several cars besides Molly’s parked in it and a side drive that led to a lower parking area and an attached two car garage.  With that many cars there had to be something like a dinner party going on, Matthew figured, but he could not figure out what Molly was doing in a neighborhood like this.  None of her friends made this kind of money.  He circled around the block and parked at the top of the street where he would be able to see Molly’s car if she left.

He knew he was being paranoid.  It could be that one of the partners in Molly’s firm lived in the giant house and that she was there for something work related, but Matthew could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.  He’d seen what she was wearing when she left the house and he didn’t think it was something she’d wear to work dinner.  Ever since the other night when she’d rushed out after blowing him he’d been unable to get a hold of her.  And all that night she’d been distracted.  That, combined with the change in her libido, led Matthew to believe that she was seeing someone else.  And if she was seeing someone else he meant to find out who and confront her.  Matthew was heartbroken at the thought of Molly with someone else.  He cared about her very much, he suspected he may even love her, and he thought she was feeling the same for him.  In the back of his mind he kept alive the flickering hope that he was wrong about Molly and there was some other explanation for her bizarre behavior.

Matthew sat in his SUV and stewed.  He was hunkered down in the driver’s seat, trying to draw as little attention as possible.  He didn’t know how long he would be able to get away with sitting in his car in a neighborhood like this, but he hoped it was long enough for him to get some answers.

+++

The men were discussing something psychiatric, Molly couldn’t make heads or tails of what, but when she entered the room all conversation stopped and all eyes were glued to her.  She was surprised there weren’t any women there.  Since James had insisted he wanted her there so badly she’d just assumed that the other men would be bringing wives, but no, she was the only female present.  An odd feeling crept up Molly’s spine and she felt like all the men were evaluating her, but it wasn’t a feeling she entirely disliked, as she’d come to enjoy the attention of men quite a lot.

James came to her and kissed her cheek and then introduced her around and the men became even more naked in their appraisal of her.  The tall English one, she thought James said he name was Stuart Templeton, in particular let his eyes linger on her barely concealed figure, which only made Molly more aware of how the dress James had chosen fit her like a second skin.  All the attention was making her a bit warm under the collar and she could feel her nipples harden as her arousal grew.  She tried everything she could to distract herself, as her dress did nothing to hide the stiff, thick nubs capping her breasts, but the more she tried to think of something else all she could think of was the men’s attention.  She was very grateful when James pressed a glass of wine into her hand.

While James went back and forth to the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner, Molly sat with his colleagues.  They peppered her with questions about her life and it seemed to Molly that they were inordinately interested in her life.

The black gentleman, whose name Molly couldn’t remember noted the crucifix, which dangled close to her cleavage and asked, “Are you very religious, Molly?”

Of course he couldn’t miss it, she thought, he’s been staring at my breasts every time he’s thought I wouldn’t notice.  “I don’t know about very, but I do say my prayers and make sure I go to Mass every week.  I don’t agree with everything the church teaches, though.”  A couple of the men nodded and Molly wondered what their smiles were about.  Maybe they didn’t believe a good little Catholic girl would wear such a dress.  But Molly didn’t think there was anything about being Catholic that precluded her from being sexy too.

Walcott called them all in for dinner and he noted Molly’s surprise at finding Sandra serving them.  His assistant had changed into a simple, but flattering black dress.  He knew she wore nothing beneath it but her stockings, just like Molly, and that every time Sandra would lean over to serve something she would be exposed.  He wondered what Molly would think when she noticed.  He could not be happier with how Molly looked in the dress he had chosen.  She walked tall, with her shoulders thrown back and Walcott was pleased that she was not embarrassed by her appearance in the skimpy dress.  Her hair hung down over her shoulders framing a sweet, almost angelic face that did not mesh with what was going on from the neck down.  The air of innocence about Molly that conflicted with her new passions was one of the things he found most alluring about the girl.

Molly took her seat beside Walcott at the long table and leaned over to ask, “Why am I the only woman here?  I thought spouses would be invited.”

“No, just you, my dear.  If you are going to be a part of my life I thought you should meet the others who are a part of it too.  These are some of my oldest friends.”  As he spoke he let his lips softly brush her ear.

As they feasted on roast quail on a bed and wild rice and baby vegetables, most of the attention was still focused on Molly.  Walcott could tell his young conquest was not prepared for it, but was glad that she held her own.

“How do you feel about the church’s teachings on premarital sex?”  Epstein asked.  “Surely, you must agree that putting such limitations on human beings is unnatural.  Our urges are part of who we are, why should we deny them?”

“That’s true, but our ability to control them is what makes us different from animals,” Molly countered.  She was feeling some strong urges of her own.  The unrelenting attention of the men present had made her very wet and as she shifted in her seat she could feel dampness on her nearly exposed thighs.  It didn’t matter that she did not find the men attractive, it was that she knew they were all looking at her as a sex object that turned her on so.  She could almost imagine them laying her out right there on the table and taking her if they could.  That thought sent a shiver through Molly and she focused herself back on the conversation at hand.

“But do we do ourselves justice to deny our animal side?”  McDaniel asked.

“Well, I think cutting loose sometimes is good.  But there’s a time and a place for everything,” said Molly.

“Do you take the chance to cut loose when you can?”  Epstein said and Molly felt that she was being tag teamed.

A smile played over Molly’s lips and she thought about the other night in the pub with James.  “Of course, I do.  But it was to be the right circumstances and I have to be with someone I trust.  I’m not the sort of girl who gets a couple beers in her and is stripping on the bar.”

She felt James’ hand land on her thigh right then, almost like he’d been reading her mind and she started.

“Something wrong?”  Booker asked.

Molly took a sip of water and answered, “No.”  James’ hand crept up her bare thigh and she knew he could feel her dampness, but he did not move higher, for which she was thankful.  Molly was so horny she was afraid she would cum right there at the table if he touched her pussy, and she wouldn’t be quiet about it.  But as he kept his hand there Molly was torn.  Of course she did not want him touching her there with all his colleagues around, but her cunt was so aching to be touched that a large part of her wished James would.  Molly was glad the decision wasn’t hers and James kept his hand teasingly out of reach.

Sandra began clearing away the dishes and Molly offered to help, but James told her to stay where she was and Sandra waved off her offer of help.  Molly noticed that the only time the men’s attention was drawn from her was when Sandra brought something or took something away and as she took Molly’s plate, Molly saw why.  Molly could see right down Sandra’s dress to her little pink nipples.  She was shocked that Sandra wasn’t wearing a bra and it caused Molly to wonder about Sandra even being there.  She was James’ assistant, not his maid.

After dinner came coffee, which was taken in the living room, where James sat close by Molly’s side.  One of the men, Booker, was going on about a paper he’d recently published and Molly would have been bored to tears if it weren’t for the constant glances from the assembled men.  It had been hard for Molly to sit on the deep couch without giving all present a show and she’d caught McDaniel in particular staring as she sat.  She kept her hands in her lap to make sure the dress stayed in place.  The lace tops of her stockings were partially exposed no matter how she arranged herself, a fact that she knew McDaniel was very aware of.  She wondered how James felt about his friends checking her out.

Walcott could sense the effect his colleagues’ attentions were having on Molly.  She kept shifting in her seat and he could certainly feel her arousal when he’d put her hand on her thigh at dinner.  Even as they sat on the couch Walcott was sure that he could faintly whiff the scent of her soaked cunt.  He noted her struggle to keep from exposing too much and was glad to see it was not entirely successful.  The tops of her stockings peeking from beneath her hemline had made him very hard, an effect he was sure it had on several of the others.  The short dress made Molly’s shapely legs appear endless.  Walcott knew that when he had Molly alone later tonight as this attention would have her at the breaking point, practically begging him to fuck her.  He delighted in her slow torture.  Her nipples, so hard from the blood engorging them were as plain through the thin silk as they would have been naked and he looked forward to teasing them.

“Perhaps we should go for an evening swim,” Walcott suggested.  “It’s a warm night.”

“Just the thought,” agreed Templeton.  “This is the sort of night made for a moonlight swim.”

“I didn’t bring anything for that,” Molly said.  “Maybe I should wait inside while you all go ahead.”  She hoped they would be brief because the only thing on her mind was getting James alone.

“Nonsense.  I thought ahead.  Gentlemen, please go and change and we will meet you poolside.”  Walcott said.

In James’s bedroom once again, Molly threw herself on him as soon as the door was closed.  She was practically wrapped around him and pushing her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him.  James warmly returned the kiss, but after a moment did pull Molly off of him.

“Can’t you send them all home?”  Molly asked, her hands still caressing James through his shirt.

“Aren’t you enjoying their company?”

Too much, actually, Molly thought.  “It’s not that, I just want you to myself.  I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I want you James.  No, I need you.”  She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest.

“That’s a temping offer, Molly, but I cannot be rude.”  Walcott told the girl, but felt his will waver when her tongue flicked over his nipple.  He cradled her head and allowed Molly to kiss and suckle his nipple.  His cock had turned to stone and he wanted Molly just as badly as she wanted him.  More, possibly, as he had been waiting weeks to claim his prize.  Just a little longer, he told himself.  But still, Molly’s charms were hard to resist.

Molly stepped back from him and pulled the straps from her shoulders.  She peeled the dress down her long body, unveiling her glorious nudity to him and fixed him with a hungry look.  She was every inch a sex goddess.  “Isn’t there anything I can do to convince you?”  She asked sweetly.  Molly came to him again, in just heels and stockings, and plastered her nakedness to Walcott, kissing him once more.  As they kissed she worked on his belt and dropped his pants.  His cock was freed and filled her hands, hot with his lust.  Molly slithered to her knees and began kissing his member.  She looked up at her lover and told him, “Your cock seems to want to stay up here with me.”  With that, she engulfed him.

Walcott swayed on his feet as Molly worked her magic with her mouth.  God, it was like she was sucking the will right out of him.  She was single minded in her seduction.  As she slurped on his cock a hand was busy between her legs and he felt, more than heard, her whimpering into his cock.  She sucked his cock until she had him just short of cumming, when she removed him from her mouth, “Please take me to bed now, James.”

“No,” Walcott said weakly.  He stepped back from Molly and turned away.  “I promise we will be alone later.  You must be patient now.”

Molly grew hot with frustration, but did not want to push James further.  She got up from her knees and promised, “Okay, I give up for now.  But you will pay for it later.”

“I am sure.”

“So is the bathing suit you bought me like the dress?”

“You could say that.”  Walcott took two tiny scraps of cloth from the top of a dresser and handed them to Molly.  He saw trouble right away.

“I can’t wear this in front of them!  The dress was one thing, it was revealing, but at least it covered me.  This isn’t going to cover anything!”

“Molly, I assure you it will fit.”  Walcott said sternly.

“Seriously, I can’t wear this.  I can’t go in front of your colleagues in this bikini.  I may was well go down there naked.”

“Molly…”

“No, James, I mean it.  I can’t do it.”  Molly was upset and there was steel in her voice.  She hated disappointing James.  Wearing the dress, being so sexy had made her feel good, but the bikini he had for her would just make her feel naked.  She knew how they would all be looking at her and what they would be thinking.  It was more than she could take.  Molly’s stubborn streak was flaring full force.

“Molly…”

“No!”  She wasn’t doing.  Even her horniness was abating with her anger.  If James cared about her he would not make her parade around in that bikini.

“Tapestry.”  James said.

“What?”  Molly asked, but a sense of calm settled over her immediately, dampening her fury.

“There’s no reason to be upset, Molly.”

James was right, she realized.  Why was she getting so upset over a bikini?  It was just her famous temper flaring.

“There’s nothing wrong with that bikini, Molly.”

His word penetrated her mind and the last of her anger dissipated.  She looked at the two pieces of the bikini in her hands and thought it wasn’t so bad.  People wore stuff like that on the beach and besides, she wasn’t even going to be on a beach, she was going to be in James’ backyard.  Only his friends would see her and that dress hadn’t left that much to the imagination anyway.

“You feel better now.”

Yes, she did.  It was amazing how James knew just how to make her feel better.  She felt so safe with him, like his power enveloped her.  “Yes, I do.  I’m sorry, I don’t know why I overreacted.”

“Forget about it, Molly.”  James said with a grin.

Her anger just seemed to slip right from her mind, as if her outburst had never happened.  And with her anger gone, all Molly could think of was how horny she was and that made her want to please James even more.

“We should get ready, we do not want to keep our guests waiting,” James said, stripping off the rest of his clothes.

Seeing James’ muscular body nude for the first time Molly felt a pang of desire, but focused on rolling her stockings down her legs to keep herself from jumping him.
 
 
 

eight

Matthew cursed as he beat his way through the brush and made his way up the steep embankment behind the house he’d seen Molly go into.  The embankment was covered with a heavy thicket and being quiet was difficult.  The footing was treacherous as well and Matthew kept slipping.  He cursed as he skinned his knee on a loose rock.

A couple of hours had been all the waiting Matthew could take.  He circled around behind the block and when he saw the overgrown embankment he knew it would give him to give he needed to sneak up on the house.  He didn’t know he if would be able to see anything, but it was worth a shot.  Just sitting there was making him nuts.  He stashed his SUV and hiked back to about where he figured the house would be on the block and they made his way up the embankment.

The same high wrought-iron fence that guarded the house in the front ringed the backyard, with high scrubs planted on the inside of it.  At first Matthew couldn’t see anything but green.  But then he crouched down and found he could see through a gap at the base of the shrubs.

There was a deck at the back of the house with a spiral staircase coming down to it from a balcony above.  Beyond the deck was a pool ringed by multicoloured tiles.  Attached to the pool was a large whirlpool.  Soft light emanated up from the pool and more lights mounted on the back of the house created bright pools of light in the darkness of the nearly moonless night.  There were two in swimsuits arranged on lounges around the pool and another man in the pool.  A fifth man came outside and went behind a wet bar on the deck to mix a drink.  Matthew was too far away to hear what they were talking about and Molly was nowhere to be seen.  Actually, there were no women present and he wondered if maybe Molly was inside gathered with these men’s wives.  He couldn’t imagine that Molly would be having fun at a dinner party full of older people.

Matthew was not left to wonder where Molly was much longer.  The sliding door opened again and she came outside with another older guy who had his arm around her waist.  Matthew could not believe what he was seeing.  That couldn’t be Molly?  Could it?

At first glace she looked naked.  But then he realized she was just wearing the tiniest bikini he’d ever seen outside of a strip club.  The black triangles of the string bikini top did little more than cover her nipples and her breasts swayed freely as she walked.  Her bikini bottom was just was skimpy.  When Molly turned to face the bar he saw the triangle of the back barely covered her ass.  And what was that old guy doing with his arm around her?!?

Matthew did a double take.  He still couldn’t believe his eyes.  But that was definitely her.  There was no way Molly would ever dress like that!  She had to be stoned or something.  But she wasn’t stumbling around.  It had taken him months to see as much of her as those men were seeing right now.  He’d gone swimming with Molly and her bikinis were nothing like the one she was wearing.  One thing was certain.  This was no work function.  Matthew fought the urge to vault over the fence and demand to know what was going on.

+++

When Molly stepped outside with Walcott jaws dropped, he happily noted.  If the dress earlier had been an appetizer of her charms, the almost non-existent bikini was the main course.  Walcott had not realized the young woman from the suggestive state and on the way downstairs he’d reassured her about just how sexy she looked and told her to enjoy it.  Booker was behind the bar and asked Molly what she would like.

Molly wasn’t much of a liquor drinker.  She was strictly a beer and wine girl, but Booker was insistent, so she told him to surprise her.  He mixed her a Bay Breeze, with a heavy hand on the rum, but Molly found it fruity and tasty.  When Molly turned around she again felt all eyes on her and it seemed that the men were even more obvious in admiring her than before, if that was possible.  It was like each of them was fucking her with their eyes and Molly clenched her pussy in anticipation of having James later.  She would not be put off again.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” McDaniel told her, eyes lingering on her breasts.

Molly fought the urge to tell him her eyes were a few inches higher, but James asked her to be friendly to his colleagues and she wanted him to be happy, so she allowed McDaniel to check out her as he wished.

“Thank you.  James picked this out for me.  I was hoping you all would approve.”

“Oh, I more than approve.  If every woman were as gorgeous as you, Molly, the world would be a much happier place.”  Molly beamed at McDaniel’s compliment.

One by one, each of James’ colleagues told her how stunning, or gorgeous, or sexy she was and several of them found excuses to touch her while they complimented her.  Templeton placed a hand on the small of her back, Booker held drew her close so her breasts brushed against him, which sent shocks through her sensitive nipples.  Epstein was the boldest, repeatedly touching the exposed sides of her breasts, while McDaniel palmed her heart-shaped ass at the first opportunity.  Molly kept glancing to James, but if he saw his friends pawing her he showed no indication of it.  Molly didn’t really mind, except for the fact that it was stoking her fires to the point of consuming her.  Finally she became so weak in the knees she had to sit down.  She was glad her bikini was black and it was dark because otherwise she feared a wet spot would be showing.

Needing to cool off, Molly dove into the deep end of the pool, almost skimming the bottom in a deep arc.  The cool water rushing past her was refreshing and Molly did not noticed that it had swept her top down until she broke the pool’s surface and her breasts were on view to all present.  Of course all the men had been waiting for her to come up so they all got a new view of Molly’s chest until she figured out from their staring that she was exposed.  When she saw the problem, Molly didn’t react with embarrassment or shame, she just scooped her breasts back into her top.

Walcott was settled into the whirlpool with Templeton, Epstein and McDaniel and he called Molly over.  She swam across the pool and hopped over the small divider, straining her top to the breaking point, and settled in beside her older lover.

It was a tight fit and Molly was fairly wedged in between James and Epstein.  James had his arm around her shoulders and she pressed herself into him.  Epstein’s hands were beneath the bubbling water and Molly could feel them repeatedly brushing against her thigh.  She didn’t think James would appreciate that, but she didn’t want to cause any waves, so she kept it to herself.  Instead she decided to be naughty herself and she let a hand drop into James’ lap.

Walcott only paused in mid-sentence when he felt Molly begin stroking his cock beneath the water.  She pushed past the elastic waistband of his swim trunks and grasped him, feeling the shaft stiffen as she played with it.  He glanced over to Molly and saw her mischievous grin.  He knew she thought she was showing him that he wasn’t in charge, which gave him great amusement.  He reached for Molly and pulled her onto his lap.  She leaned back against him so her breasts were just above the waterline.  Walcott put one arm around her middle to hold her in place while the other went between her legs.  She would find out what she got for teasing him.

The skimpy bottom of Molly’s bikini was easily pushed aside and Walcott found that even in the water her cunt was lubricating so much it remained slippery to his touch.  He heard Molly let out a little gasp when he pushed a finger inside her while keeping her clit pinned under his thumb.  He ground her ass back against him as he fingered her.

“What do you gentlemen think of woman’s traditional submission to men?  Do you really believe that forty or so years of women’s lib will change the way the sexes relate to each other?”  Walcott asked those assembled.

“Of course not.  Men have always been at the top of the food chain and we will continue to be.  Despite intellect, physical strength still counts for more.”  Templeton said.

“You cannot discount millennia of ingrained behavior.  There are aberrations of course, but women will always instinctually submit to men.”  McDaniel stated.

“We have a woman here.  What’s your opinion, Molly?”  Epstein asked.

Molly was following the conversation, but just barely.  Most of her attention was focused on the fingers toying with her pussy and how she was going to keep from having a very loud orgasm right there in the whirlpool.  James was making it tough.  He was also making it tough for her to argue the power of a man, considering James had absolute power over her right now.  They were all looking at her, waiting for her to speak.

“I, uh, think women have a grrreat position of p…p..power,” Molly stammered.

“Would you say you usually have the upper hand?”  Asked, McDaniel, pressing her.

“Yessss!”  Molly hissed, unexpectedly loud as James rolled her clit.

“That may be, but I have found that many women have a soft spot, whereas with men if it does exist, it is much more difficult to discern.  For example, many women I have known become very pliable with just a simple massage.  Say, a foot massage.”

As he said this McDaniel, who was seated directly across from Molly, took up one of her feet and began giving her the most wonderful foot massage she’d ever felt.  “How about you, Molly?  Are massages a weakness for you?”

Molly was feeling so weak that all she could do was nod, for at the moment regular speech eluded her.  Her teeth were gritted and she knew that if she opened her mouth the only sounds to escape would be satisfied moans.  James was stroking her pussy so slowly, fingers giving her a good, slow fucking, keeping her right on the edge, while McDaniel had found some way to turn a foot massage into an erotic attack.  His touch was so soothing and she almost expected his hands to make the long journey up her legs.  She felt James pressing into her grind ass so she knew he was turned on too, but he wasn’t dragging her off to the bedroom.  He seemed content to just tease her in front of his friends.

+++

Matthew could not believe Molly’s reaction when she came up out of the water topless.  It seemed to him that she took her time scooping herself back into her top and didn’t care at all that all those dirty old bastards were staring at her chest.  He was becoming more and more convinced they had her on something.  Matthew knew that Molly wasn’t completely adverse to drugs and had done her fair share of experimenting in college, but he thought that was all in her past.  Of course she could be on Ecstasy or some weird date rape drug and not know it.  All Matthew was sure of was that Molly was no longer acting like herself and there had to be some explanation.  He had the feeling that if he snooped around here enough he would find it.

Molly swam to the far side of the pool and hopped over into the already crowded whirlpool.  The men who weren’t in the water were sitting on the deck, drinking, but Matthew could tell by their eyelines that they were watching Molly.  Hell, who wouldn’t the way she looked.  After a couple minutes, he saw Molly move and it looked like she was in the lap of one of the men, but he really couldn’t tell for sure.  None of their voices was carrying over the bubbling of the whirlpool.  Matthew was frustrated by his limited vantage point, but he tried moving along the fence and there really wasn’t a good spot to spy from.  He knew he had to make some kind of move, but he wasn’t sure what he should do.  If nothing else he was going to demand an explanation from his girlfriend.

While he was making up his mind he saw Molly get out of the whirlpool, water dripping from her curves while steam rose from her body.  The man she had come outside with wrapped her in a towel and one by one they all headed inside.   A minute later the deck lights were switched off.

+++

Molly walked into the bedroom ahead of James and threw her towel down on a chair.  She turned around to James as he was closing the bedroom door.

“That was very naughty what you were doing in the pool,” she said.

“Why is that?  You started it.”  James told her.  He was walking toward her and Molly backed off until the backs of her legs hit the side of the bed.

“But I was just playing.  If you’d gone on any longer I think I would have cum right there in the pool and I think your friends would have noticed.  Do you think they knew what was going on anyway?”

“I am sure they knew something was going on.”  He put his arms around Molly and kissed her longingly.  He was not going to wait any longer.  Walcott was sure she was his and he could finally have her.  For good measure he added, “Tapestry,” pulling her out of her suggestive state.

Molly only felt the slightest change.  “I want to get this chlorine smell off before anything else,” she told him, wiggling out of James’ arms and walking toward the bathroom.  She untied the bikini top and let it drop the floor.  Over her shoulder she asked, “Are you going to join me?”

Walcott’s shower was huge, as large itself as some entire bathrooms.  The pale marble walls echoed when Molly stepped into it.  There were three individual showerheads, all aimed to intersect each other.  The controls were more complex than your average shower and Walcott had to man them, adjusting until Molly was comfortable.

Steamy quickly gathered on the glass door and Molly stood in the center of the shower and let the three streams of water beat into her skin.  The water pressure was so strong that it was nearly stinging.  At first Walcott stood back and watched her glorious naked body, glowing pink and healthy, water dripping from the hard caps of her nipples.  There was a fixture in the ceiling of the shower that cast a pale glow and in the light the water running down Molly’s flanks made her look as if she were made of glass.  She lathered her hair with shampoo from a small shelf in the shower.  His hard-on, which had only temporarily gone down on the trip upstairs was now back at full mast as he approached her.

Molly’s head was thrown forward as she lathered and the first thing she felt was James’ cock brush her hip from behind and then his fingers in her hair.  He moved her hands to her sides and took over, burying his fingers in her sudsy hair and firmly massaging her scalp.  It was very erotic and Molly responded by reaching back and wrapping a hand around his cock.  She pumped him in her fist until he turned her around to rinse.  One of the showerheads was a shower massage on a hose and James took it down.  Using the shower massage in one hand and his other hand to massage her, James rinsed the shampoo from Molly’s hair.  She grasped his cock again, while placing one hand on his torso to steady herself.  Her long raven hair hung down in front of her and James kept up until the water ran clear, then he adjusted the massager to pulse and moved it down, aiming it between them.

“Oh!” Molly exclaimed when she felt the powerful rush of water pointed at her pussy.  It was a new experience for her and in her hyper-aroused state it was almost more than she could take.  It was a good thing she was already holding onto James for support.  “Mmmm, don’t keep teasing me,” she pleaded.  “I can’t take much more.”

Walcott just chuckled and replaced the shower massage on the wall.  Moving Molly toward a wall, he kissed her while cupping her cunt in hand and squeezing.  Molly moaned through their kiss and her grip on his cock tightened.  But she had to release him because Walcott sank to his knees in front of her, lifting a long leg over his shoulder.  She was tart on his tongue, which Walcott thrust deeply to drink of her.  Molly’s nails raked his scalp and her moans echoed in the marble chamber.  They were out of the direct path of the showerheads, but they were still misted by the hot water.    Walcott licked his way up to her clit and sucked on it roughly and pushed a finger into her.

“OH GOD!  GOD YES!  JAAAMES!”  Molly cried.

Walcott kept sucking on her cunt, pushing his finger into it, and he felt Molly bucking at his mouth.  When her orgasm hit he felt ultimate power.  To Walcott the most pleasant sound in the world was a woman screaming her name as she came, knowing he had mastered her.  There was only one thing left to do now.  He considered fucking Molly right there in the shower, standing up, but no.  There would be time for that later.  The first time he fucked her would be in his bed.  Besides, he couldn’t disappoint his audience.

+++

There was another large screen television set up in Walcott’s office and his colleagues sat in front of it in a semi-circle of arranged armchairs.  Sandra was on her knees in front of Booker, slowly bobbing up and down on his cock while the men watched a static shot of Walcott’s bed.

“I hope he’s not going to be all bloody night.  It is getting late.  I’m still on London time.”  Templeton complained.  He eyed Booker’s blowjob enviously and planned to be the next in the queue.  Watching Molly in that tiny bikini had re-ignited his libido.

“Stop your bitching.  I think I just heard the shower shut off.”  Epstein said.

Molly came into view first, nude.  She leapt onto the bed and turned, on her knees, obviously looking at Walcott, who had not entered the frame yet.  “Come on, I’ve waited long enough.  You don’t want to make me beg, do you?”  She said.

All of the men assembled got a nice chortle out of that.  Walcott finally did come into view and Molly crawled to the edge of the bed to meet him.  She grabbed and kissed him, then pulled his face to her breasts.  Walcott grabbed them in both hands and busied himself sucking and nibbling on her fat, engorged nipples.  “Yesss,” Molly hissed over and over, adding the odd, “Harder, James.”  At that moment all of Walcott’s colleagues envied him like never before.  They’d all seduced their share of women, but they had the experience to know Molly was special.  McDaniel thought that Walcott may have even finally found one he wouldn’t discard.

Walcott grabbed Molly, literally throwing her onto her back.  He was upon her in an instant, covering her smooth, soft body with his.  She pulled Walcott into her, squirming beneath him.

“Yes, James. Do it now.  Fuck me, please!”  Molly whimpered.

“Go on, give it to her,” McDaniel urged.

“Yeah, fuck her man,” Templeton chimed in.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this,” Walcott told Molly.

“Yes I do.  But what about the others?  They might hear something,” Molly said, as if she’d just thought of it.

“Don’t worry about that.  This house is very well built.”

“I’d say it’s well built,” Epstein joked.  “It’s got camera and microphones in all the right places.  Very decent of Walcott to let us watch him take her for the first time.”

+++

Walcott buried his cock in Molly in one stroke.  No finesse, no teasing, he just thrust forward while she held him in place.  She clamped right down on him in an instant, though she was so soaked he offered no resistance to his invading cock.  Molly wrapped her legs around him and held him in her while she milked his cock with her powerful muscles.  Walcott ground down into her and forced himself to hold off.  He had strong willpower, but he was so keyed up he was afraid he’d pop her cork too soon.  That was not the first impression he planned to make.  He wondered if his colleagues were placing bets on how long he could last.  He would if he were in their position.

God, feeling James inside her was just as amazing as Molly thought it would be.  She used muscles developed long ago while running track to work his cock inside her.  She wasn’t very experienced, she knew, but she wanted to be the best he’d ever had.  His cock was large and filling and Molly thought it fit her pussy perfectly.  She relaxed her legs around his back and he began to move, withdrawing from her almost completely before ramming back in.  James leaned on his hands over her, like a push up, and thrust up and down, making her cunt squish as he impaled her.  Molly unlocked her heels from behind his back and planted her feet on the firm mattress beneath her.  With the newfound leverage, Molly thrust her hips back up at James, matching him stroke for stroke.

“Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, James!  OH GOD. FUCK ME!”  Molly wailed, obviously no longer concerned with who might hear.  She moaned and clawed at James’ back and she was cumming almost immediately.  She was barely recovered from one orgasm before the next one was upon her.

Walcott growled and his heart thudded in his chest.  The tingling climbed up his shaft and into his balls and then through his whole body.  He was trying to hold back, trying so hard but it was a losing battle.  Molly was so hot and tight and moist.  He defied any man to hold off when fucking such a sexual goddess.  Her body was so insistent in its need and he was going to give it what he wanted.  He was going to give Molly what she wanted.

Molly felt James speeding up, thrusting in short, quick jabs.  She knew he wasn’t wearing a condom, but she didn’t care.  James was taking her, he was in charge of her body, and if he wanted to cum inside her she would eagerly accept his seed.

“Molly!”  He shouted.  “Fuuccckkkk…fuuu…”  Walcott clenched, his body seized by the strength of his own orgasm and he felt his jizz jetting into his young lover, blasting into her deep pussy.  He kept his eyes on hers and saw her complete surrender to him and he smiled with malevolent joy.

Walcott kept his cock buried inside Molly until every last drop had drained from his cock and he went flaccid.  He still stayed on top of her and held her face in her hands and kissed over and over.  Finally, he rolled off her and onto his back.

“That was incredible James.  God!  Definitely worth waiting for.”  Molly said, snuggling into him.  She ran her fingers through the graying hair on his chest.

Walcott definitely had to agree.  That was one of the most vigorous fucks he’d had in a long time.  The girl held nothing back.  He couldn’t wait to explore Molly at more length, which he predicted would be very soon, as her hand strayed down to his cock.  He felt twitches of life down there at her touch.

“I hope you weren’t done for the night,” she cooed.

“I think I could be coaxed back up.  Mmm yes, something like that would fit the bill.”

Molly continued to fondle James’ member and balls and felt him slowly rising again.  She extended her tongue and ringed his nipple with it, which really got a reaction from him.  His fingers tangled in her thick hair and he pulled her face down.  Taking the hint Molly suckled his nipple and gripped his cock harder.  She felt a warm glow inside knowing that she was pleasing James.  It was a feeling she definitely liked.  She kissed her way down his chest and stomach and kissed the tip of his cock.  The strong taste of her own cunt, mixed with his cum, was on him, but it didn’t bother her.  Molly had never gone down on a guy after he’d been inside her before.  She didn’t like the taste of rubber for one thing, and before James or Jared she’d never had unprotected sex, but also she just didn’t like the idea of it.  However, in her zeal to please James Molly would have done just about anything.

+++

Matthew got over the fence quietly enough.  He landed on in the big backyard and snuck close to the house, keeping as low to the ground as he could.  The night was cloudy and without the floods on the backyard was dark.  While it provided great cover, Matthew tripped over a garden hose when went down painfully on one knee.  He made his way around the pool and to the patio doors everyone had gone into, but found that room dark.  He thought about taking the spiral staircase that led up to the balcony, but thought that would leave him too exposed.  Instead, he decided to work his way around the house and hope for the best.

The yard sloped down toward the side of the house with the parking area and Matthew found a bay window at knee level with the glow from a television coming from it.  He crouched down and peered in the window.

The room looked like an office of some sort and the window was behind a large oak desk.  Matthew could see the men who’d been outside, sitting in a semi-circle in front of a large television, but none of them saw him because they were transfixed by what was on the big screen in front of them.  It looked like some low budget porn to Matthew.  There was a shapely woman with long, dark hair that hid her face from view, going down on some older guy.  He couldn’t see the woman’s face, the camera angle was all wrong, which made it a very bad porn.  Matthew wondered where Molly was.  Maybe she’d left.

But Matthew found, to his horror that he was wrong.  First, it dawned on him that the men were watching some sort of homemade porn movie.  He thought he recognized the man in it as one of the men he saw earlier.  One of the men in the room turned the television up and Matthew could hear bits and pieces through the closed window.  Mostly it was the man talking and he only said things to encourage the woman blowing him.  Her face was still out of view, but with a sickening feeling Matthew began to realize there was something familiar about her.  And then she pulled her mouth from the man’s crotch and Matthew saw that it was Molly!

Stocked to inaction, Matthew stayed completely still as Molly mounted the man lying on the huge bed.  Although she was again facing away from the camera, everyone watching could see Molly reach between her legs and put the man’s cock in her pussy before she sat on it.  Immediately, she began bouncing up and down on the impaling member, taking it deep inside her.  Molly threw her head back, letting her hair fall down her back.

Tears stung Matthew’s eyes.  It was bad enough suspecting her of seeing someone else, but knowing she was fucking him, and having to actually witness it, was too much.  The men in the room were cheering and talking about how hot Molly was and what a slut she was.  He wanted to jump through the window and bash every one of those old bastards over the head, but he still remained motionless, just watching like the rest of them were, though their reactions were markedly different from his.

A naked blonde raised up from in front of the one the men, wiping her mouth.  She had a nice body, though Matthew guessed she was probably close to ten years older than him.  She was directed by the men to lie across some kind of weird chair.  It wasn’t a recliner, but it did tilt back and forth electronically.  The woman laid on her back and spread wide, grabbing herself behind the knees to peel her legs back.  Three of the men moved around her, but everyone still kept their eyes on the television.  It was like the woman was there for the men to get off, but they weren’t really paying attention to her.  It was like she was a surrogate for Molly, who was on the screen.  Matthew wondered what kind of whore let herself be used like that.

As Matthew got a hold of his emotions it occurred to him that Molly did not know she was on video.  It just seemed too much of a stretch for the woman he knew.  Even if he could accept that Molly was fucking this older guy and that she’d put herself on display like that by the pool earlier, he could not believe she would let all these men watch her fucking.  He wondered if he should rush in there and warn her.  He didn’t owe her anything, he knew.  She was a slut, fucking some old guy behind his back.  And why was she fucking that guy?  He was old enough to be her father.  Matthew didn’t see how she could be attracted to him.  He knew Molly wasn’t the golddigger type.  What was going on?

While Matthew stayed outside watching everything going on, Epstein and Booker took their turns with Sandra.  The sexy secretary was on her back on Walcott’s hypnosis couch, her legs still wide open.  Booker took position at her pussy, in which Templeton had just deposited his load, while Epstein took over her mouth as soon as McDaniel vacated it.  Molly was still happily bouncing on Walcott’s cock on the television, crying loudly with pleasure.

“Oh God!  Oh God!”  Came Molly’s shrill cries from the television.  “Oh James, it’s sooo good!”  All of the men hoped that Walcott would reposition the buxom girl soon so they would have a better view of her being fucked.  They could only really see Molly’s front in the reflection of the mirrors off to the side of the bedroom.

When Sandra turned her head to take Epstein’s cock in her mouth, she saw something in the window.  Looking past the man’s thigh, she caught a brief glimpse of a young man in the window, watching them.  She felt she should warn someone, but Epstein plunged his cock deep into her throat and Sandra knew she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone anything until she had pleasured him.

+++

“Fuck!  Fuck me, James!”  Molly cried.  She’d already come more times than she could count and her legs were tired.  Her pussy flowed like a river and she couldn’t believe James had not come yet.  Most of the guys she’d been with were much quicker on the draw.  She was relieved when James lifted her off of him.  She was still hungry for more, Molly felt she could never get enough of James, that she would never tire of pleasing him, but she was ready for him to do some of the work.

Walcott was having the time of his life lying under Molly while the girl fucked his brains out.  Her tight pussy grasped his shaft as she thrust down on him and he had a perfect view of those glorious breasts bouncing in his face.  What more could a man ask for?  And since he had already come once he knew he could hold out much longer and really concentrate on giving Molly the fucking of her lifetime.  Walcott would have been content to stay beneath the supple, raven-haired beauty, but he remembered they had an audience and he wanted to make sure they got the best view of his prize as possible.

Molly was his to do with as he wished and when Walcott placed her on her hands and knees, she moved easily into position, spreading her legs and burying her face in the mattress.  Her hindquarters were completely exposed to her lover.  Walcott aimed his cock at her red, glistening cunt and pushed back inside her.  She was so slick he went right in, but she was still just as tight, an exquisite fuck.  Walcott grabbed onto her ample hips and went to town, fucking the young woman with abandon.  Her pussy squished with every thrust and the bed shook beneath them.  Walcott grabbed a handful of Molly’s hair, but not roughly, and pulled her head back.  She got the hint and pushed up on her hands.  Walcott smiled for the camera.  He knew his friends had a great view of Molly’s body shaking and her breasts swaying beneath her as they hung down.  Walcott redoubled his efforts and even slapped Molly’s hip playfully as he thrust into her, grunting coarsely.

Surprised when James pulled her hair, she found his rough treatment only turned her on more, something Molly would have never suspected of herself.  It just made him seem more powerful to her and James’ power was like an aphrodisiac to her.  When he slapped her hip Molly whimpered and thrust back to him, encouraging him to do it again.  Molly hung her head down and her hair fell in place to veil her upper body but again James grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

“Uhnn, yes!  Fuck me, James!”  Molly pleaded at his rough treatment.

“I’m going to fuck you, Molly,” James growled.  “Going to give you the…fucking…of…your…life!” He grunted out each word and emphasized them with a light slap on her ass.

“Gooooddddd!”  Molly cried, cumming yet again at the hands of her masterful lover.

+++

“Look at that slut taking it.  Jesus!”  Epstein grunted, holding the back of Sandra’s head as he fucked her face.  Templeton had finished already.  Seeing Molly being fucked from behind had been too much for the poor chap.  Sachs had leapt into the void, using his short, thick cock on the nympho blonde on her back.

“Yes,” Sachs agreed.  “She appears to be more submissive than even Walcott thought, I suspect.”

The other men of the group, having shot their final loads of the evening, into and onto Sandra, were back in their chairs, watching the young woman on the screen taking the fierce reaming their friend Walcott was handing out.

He a quiet grunt, Epstein felt his balls emptying.  Sandra worked her throat, drinking his load down, but he pulled out of her greedy mouth, spilling the last of his seed on her face.  Just because he could.  He was going to step away and leave the woman to be finished off by Sachs when she quietly said, between moans, “There’s someone out there.”

“What was that?”  Epstein asked.

“Oh…ohhhh…ohhhh…”  Sandra moaned in time to the cock thrusting into her cunt.  She was in her glory acting as slut to Walcott’s colleagues.  “I saw someone in the window, watching us.  Ohhh…”

Epstein knew better than to just turn around and look, in case the cock crazy woman was right.  But who the hell could be watching?  He found his pants and pulled them on, then went to McDaniel, whispering to him, “Come with me.”  Even as the men left the room, Molly was still being fucked from behind by Walcott, begging for more.
 
 
 
 

nine

Walcott had not planned to push Molly too far tonight, but finding her so surprisingly pliant, he decided to go for broke.  As he fucked the moaning girl, he reached beneath her, rubbing her slippery clit.  He knew she enjoyed it, but the action was really only to wet his fingers with her copious juices.  The doctor brought his hand back up and used the tip of his finger to probe at Molly’s back door.

Molly wasn’t sure what James was doing at first, but quickly caught on when she felt the pressure of his fingertip on her asshole.  She shook her head vigorously.  Anal sex was something she’d never tried, never even toyed with, and was something she never planned on experiencing.  When James did not pay attention to her shaking head, she whimpered, “Please James, no,” but still thrust her pussy back onto his iron rod.

James did not heed her.  His fingertip felt funny at first and then she found herself enjoying it.  New sensations shot through her body and it was like someone had given her orgasm turbo.  Instead of the slow build she was on, Molly felt herself rocketing higher.  But then he pushed his finger into her ass and she felt a tearing pain.  She cried out, but James persisted, slowly pushing in until his finger was buried.  Molly had such conflicting feelings.  The pain in her ass as contrasted by the amazing pleasure he was giving her pussy and Molly could not tell which feeling was stronger.  The feeling in her pussy won out and the pain in her ass gradually subsided.  James took his time, not moving his finger until he felt her relax and only then did he start moving it in and out.  The strange new feeling was intense, but pleasurable.

“Oh James,” Molly moaned, again hanging her head, though with his finger in her ass and his other hand on her hip, James did not have a free hand to pull her back up.  He seemed content to just finger her ass in time to the thrusts of his cock into her swampy cunt.

Walcott was glad Molly had accepted his finger so easily.  He had not wanted to use the control word with his colleagues watching.  He knew his control of Molly seemed absolute to them and he did not want to show any weakness.  Molly was so totally his, though, that she only offered token resistance and he she seemed to enjoy having her tight, untested ass violated.  When he added a second finger she did not protest at all, though her back thrusting slowed.

God, it felt like her ass was going to tear open with two fingers in it.  But again, her muscles relaxed and soon she was taking two fingers up her ass like a pro.  And soon it felt so good that Molly was shaking and groaning uncontrollably and cumming yet again, her lips wordlessly forming James’ name over and over.

Feeling Molly’s orgasm hit her, Walcott took that chance to pull his cock from her pussy and press it to her ass.  The girl froze and he knew was she unsure, but to her credit she did not resist.  She buried her face in the comforter and grabbed handfuls of it and whimpered as he pushed his wet cock into her tight ass.  And God was it tight!  Walcott knew her ass would finish him quickly.  He bottomed out and then waited until he felt the tension drain out of Molly’s body.

The pain was even more incredible than before.  Even after two fingers James’ cock still felt huge in her ass.  She bit her lip and refused to cry out.  Molly wanted James’ to be happy and she trusted him so completely that she knew she should give him her ass if he wanted it.  Although she had never wanted it before, she wanted it now.  If James wanted her ass, Molly wanted him to have it.  She willed herself to relax and when James felt that his cock started a slow sawing in and out of her.  Her pain did ebb.  At first she wasn’t sure what she was feeling.  Her ass was stretched so wide.  But then she realized that she could feel every vein on James’ cock, every texture.  His member felt hot as a branding iron in her ass.  With him in her ass she could feel him as she’d felt no man before.  God, he was right.  His cock in her ass felt incredible!

Walcott knew shed warmed to being ass-fucked, but he still took his time.  He could only imagine what his colleagues thought now.  He plowed into Molly’s beautiful, tight ass and again he pulled on her hair, pulling her back into him.

“Yesss…”  Molly snarled when he pulled back on her raven locks.

“You like it in the ass,” Walcott said, feeling his balls throb.

“Yessss…yesss Jamesss…”

“Tell me!  Tell me, Molly!” Walcott ordered through gritted teeth.

“I love your cock in my ass!  Oh God, it’s like its part of me!  Fuck my ass, James.  God, please fuck my ass!”

“Yyyyyyyy…”  Walcott couldn’t even get the word ‘yes’ out before he felt the cum bubbling up out of his balls and spurting into Molly’s ass.

“God, you’re cumming in my ass,” Molly moaned, almost as if she couldn’t believe it.

Walcott pulled out of her ass, getting half his load all over her shapely cheeks and the small of her back.  Her asshole was red and stretched wide and his cum dribbled from it.  He fell back on the bed, drenched in sweet and panting.  Suddenly he was exhausted and felt every second of his age.  Molly had definitely taken his all.

Molly just collapsed forward where she was, completely spent.  James was the most incredible lover.  No one had ever been able to tap her every desire like he did.  She knew no other man would ever be able to satisfy her like that again.  She knew in that moment that she was James’ forever.

The phone beside the bed rang and Walcott wearily reached for it.  What could it be?  They knew not to disturb him.  They should have just all gone to bed when the show was over.

Molly wondered who could possibly be calling at that hour.  She wanted them to go away.  James’ was hers tonight.  She wanted to curl up in his arms and go to sleep.

“What?  How the hell?”  Molly heard James say.  He sounded angry what was going on?  “I’ll be right there,” he added before ringing off.

“James, what is it?”  Molly asked, turning around and crawling onto James’

“I have to take care of something.”

“is it serious?”

“Don’t worry about it,” James said, then added something she couldn’t quite hear and her she slipped into a heavy fog.

Walcott slipped Molly into a trance as a precaution.  He had to deal with whatever was going on downstairs and he did not want Molly getting involved.

“Molly, I want you to lay on this bed and rest until I return.”

“Yes, James.”

+++

Matthew was so stunned by what was happening on the television that he did not hear the men creeping up behind him.  That couldn’t be Molly screaming for the man to fuck her in the ass, could it?  While Matthew pondered that, sick to his stomach, the two men got themselves into position.  Hearing a voice, he whirled around.

“Who the fuck are you?”  Said the shorter of the men, wearing only a pair of slacks.  He spoke with a Long Island accent.  The other man, tall and slender, was on the other side, cutting off any avenue of escape.

Feinting toward the taller of the two, Matthew dove at the other one, taking him square in the chest with his shoulder.  The two men grappled for a moment.

Epstein tried to hold onto the tall youth, but the air had rushed out of his lungs when he hit the ground, leaving him weak.  The stranger scrambled to his feet and Templeton tried to grab him, but the Brit wasn’t much of a fighter and the intruder easily squirmed from his grasp.

“Get back here you little fuck!”  Epstein shouted, scrambling to his feet and catching an ankle in his grasp.  Matthew twisted and turned, freeing his ankle, but by then Epstein was on his feet ready to take him on.

Matthew threw a right hook, which Epstein easily dodged, while hooking his leg behind Matthew’s.  Matthew went down on his back and when he tried to get up Epstein’s foot whipped around in a back kick, catching Matthew on the point of the chin.  Matthew’s head snapped back and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

“That was bloody incredible,” Templeton said, marveling at how easily his friend took out the youth.

“Well, you weren’t going to do anything.  Now help me carry him inside so we can find out what he was doing here.”

Templeton took Matthew’s feet Epstein his torso and they wrestled him inside, carrying him around the corner and into the office entrance.  The other men all stared at the unconscious young man as their colleague carried him inside.

“I called Walcott, he should be right down,” Sachs said.

Epstein dropped Matthew onto the hypnosis couch, out of breath from carrying him inside.  “Find something to tie him down with. Walcott must have some restraints around here somewhere.”  McDaniel dug around in a closet and found some padded restraints.  There were rings from them on the couch and two of them working together tied Matthew tightly to the chair.

“Who is this?”  Walcott asked as he came into the office.  As soon as he saw the lanky young man in on the couch he had his suspicions.  “What happened to him?”

“He didn’t want to come in to chat, so he needed a little convincing,” Epstein answered.

Walcott walked over to the young man and gave him a hard slap.  Matthew stirred, but did not come around until Walcott delivered a second blow.  Matthew’s eyes fluttered open and they flicked around them room unfocused.

“Who are you?”  Walcott shouted.  Matthew just mumbled in response and Walcott gave him a hard shake.

Matthew blinked rapidly and things came into focus.  He saw the face of the man leaning over him and exclaimed, “It’s you!  You’re the one who was fucking Molly!  You bastard!”  Matthew tried to lunge forward, but found he’d been tried to the couch he was laying on.  He looked around and saw the five other men watching him, along with the naked blonde, and realized he was in the office he’d been watching from outside.

Walcott grabbed Matthew by the hair and forced him to look in his face.  “I asked, who are you?”

“Who are you?”  Matthew spat back.

“My name is James Walcott.  Dr. James Walcott.  If you are going to go skulking around someone’s house you should at least know who they are, young man.”

Walcott…Walcott, why did that sound familiar?  Jesus!  “You’re the doctor!  You must have done something to her!  What did you do?”  Matthew struggled to get up, but the restraints were too strong.

“You can only be Matthew, Molly’s friend.”  Walcott said with some amusement.

“I’m her boyfriend!”

“Were her boyfriend, I would say.  You must have seen enough to know that is no longer true.  Molly is mine now.  And did you enjoy the show?  Did you like hearing her screaming for me to fuck her?”

Matthew stared at Walcott’s cruel smile and wanted to rip his head off.  Things started to fall in place for him.  “I know you did something to her.  All of the sudden Molly started acting differently.  And it started when she started coming to you.  It was subtle at first, but it did start then.  You were hypnotizing her, you must have done something while she was under.”

“You are a smart young man.  I can see my Molly was interested in you.  But I did nothing to Molly.  I only unleashed her inner desires.  I only let her become what she wanted to be.”

“She didn’t want to be a whore!  I know Molly a hell of a lot better than you do.”  Matthew looked at the television and he saw Molly on Walcott’s bed, lying perfectly still.

“You think so.”

“You can’t keep me here forever.  As soon as I get free I am going straight to the police.  They’ll throw your sorry ass in jail for this.  You can’t run around manipulating people like this.”

“Oh, I cannot?  It would be amusing to see you go to the police with your ridiculous tale of hypnosis.  Molly would come to the police station and tell them that you are just a jealous ex-boyfriend who could not handle being dumped.  Molly does not know that anything has happened to her.  As far as she is concerned she has just fallen in love with me.  Unfortunately, I cannot allow you to go to the police.”

“Are you going to keep me in here forever?”

“No, I am just going to make this all go away.  Sandra, please fetch my medical bag.”  Walcott said.  Sandra, still naked and covered with drying cum, went into the other room.

“This is quite the sticky wicket, isn’t it?”  Templeton commented.

“Going to make it look like an overdose?”  Epstein asked.

“No, no, nothing like that,” Walcott answered.

“You cannot let him run free.”  Booker insisted.

Sandra returned with Walcott’s bag.  He set it down on the table beside Matthew and filled a syringe with a clear liquid.  “Gentleman, please hold our guest still for a moment.”

Epstein and Booker held Matthew down and although he struggled, he could not prevent Walcott from injecting him.  Within seconds Matthew could feel warmth spreading through his body and his limbs turning to Jell-O.  He struggled to focus, concentrating on his anger, but he just couldn’t.  He couldn’t even remember what he was angry about.  He no longer had a care in the world.  He looked up at the men around him and smiled at them.  He wanted to wave to the pretty, naked lady, but he couldn’t move his hand.

“That was just something to calm Matthew down.  I could not have put him under in the agitated state he was in.”

“He must have followed her here.  I wonder how much he saw.  He could have been spying all night,” McDaniel said.

“It does not matter now.  When I am done he will not remember a thing.  Matthew, please focus on the sound of my voice,” Walcott said sternly.

“Sure,” Matthew agreed.

“I am going to count backward Matthew and I want you to listen closely to me.  As I count you are going to feel even more relaxed.  You are going to feel warm and friendly towards me and very cooperative.  Do you understand?”

Matthew nodded.  Walcott wasn’t even to ninety-five before Matthew was under.

“Matthew, can you hear me?  Are you paying attention?”

“Yes,” Matthew said, with no inflection.

“You followed Molly here tonight, didn’t you?”

“Yes.  I was upset.  I thought she might be seeing someone else.”

“She is Matthew.  She is with me now.”

“But I love her.  I don’t want to lose her.”

“That is not your choice.  Listen to me.  You can trust me.  I only have your best interests at heart.  You need to forget about Molly, Matthew.  You need to move on.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“Listen to me, Matthew.  Molly does not love you and she never will.  She does not want you.  She wants me and you cannot change that.  Do you understand?”

“I guess so.”

“You do understand.  You have to move on.  You have to forget about her.  Do not call her.  Do not contact her.  She is lost to you.”

“Yes, you are right.  She doesn’t want me.”

“Of course I am right.  And you also need to forget everything that happened tonight.  It was all very upsetting to you.  It would be best for you in you just forget about tonight’s events.  When you wake up you will forget all of this.”

“Yes, I understand.”  Matthew droned.

“Very good, Matthew.  You are a very cooperative young man.  Tell me, where is your car?”

“I parked on the street behind yours.  I have a black SUV.”

“Just lay there and relax, Matthew.”

Turning away, Walcott took Epstein to the side.  I want you and McDaniel to go and fetch his car.  We will put him in it and leave him somewhere.  When he comes to he should not remember anything from this evening.”

“Great plan, old man,” Epstein said.

Ten minutes later Epstein returned with Matthew’s car and Walcott gave the unconscious youth some final instructions and they loaded him into his car.  Because of the drug he would not come around completely for sometime, but when he did he would find himself sitting in his car and not remember a thing, not even how he got there.

Walcott told Sandra to shower and go home to her husband and generously gave her the next day off.  He also bid his colleagues good night and returned to his bedroom and Molly.  She looked like an angel in repose and he stared at her before speaking.

“Molly?”

“Yes, James.”

“I am sorry I was kept for so long.  When you come out of your trance you will be exhausted and be able to think of nothing but going to sleep.”

“Yes, James, I want to sleep in your arms.”

“And so you shall.”

Walcott let her out of the trance and Molly groggily opened her eyes.  To her, not time had passed at all since he had put her under.  “It’s time to go to sleep, dear,” Walcott told her.

“Mmm, I’m so tired.  Do you have a t-shirt or something?”

Walcott smiled.  “Don’t worry about that, Molly.  Just come to bed.”

Molly never slept naked before, but she was too tired to argue and curled up in James’ arms.  She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

+++

Matthew moved and felt a sharp pain running down his back.  His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and his tongue felt like dry, old shoe leather.   When he opened his eyes the morning light was blinding and he closed his eyes again right away.

He realized he was his is car, but he couldn’t remember how he got there.  Slowly, he opened his eyes again and when they adjusted to the light he could see he was parked in some shopping center parking lot.  There were no other cars around him and nothing looked open, so he knew it had to be early.  He turned the key in the ignition and when his stereo came on it set off explosions in his head before he could turn it off.  The clock display told him it was six-thirty.  Had he been drinking last night?  If it was, this was the worst hangover he’d ever had.  The last thing he could remember was leaving his house, but he couldn’t even remember where he’d been going.  He was sure it would come to him, but all he could think about right now was getting home and getting to bed.
 
 
 
 

epilogue

After her first night with James, nothing was the same for Molly.  As soon as she got home that afternoon she told her parents she was moving in with him.  Her father was upset.

“Who is this guy?  You’ve never even mentioned him before.”  He said.

“Daddy, you have to understand.  It’s all been so fast.  But I want to be with him.  I have to be with him!”

“He’s the one that’s had this hold over you, isn’t he?  I know it wasn’t Matthew, he’s not like that.  Don’t think your mother and I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting differently, dressing differently.  Think about this before you do something rash.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say!  I’m an adult and I can do as I please.  It’s about time I got out on my own.”

“Molly, please listen to reason.  At least let us meet this man first.”

She knew that was out of the question.  Her parents would take one look at James, see his age, and automatically disapprove.  They had to understand that this was her decision and she wouldn’t let anything or anyone keep her from James.  “I was hoping you would be cool about this, but I doesn’t matter, I’m going to do what I want.  I’m sorry you can’t understand.”

Molly was gone by that evening, without saying a word to either of her parents.  James welcomed her with open arms and held her when she cried, telling her that everything was for the best.  When he told her she didn’t need anyone but him she believed him and was glad when he took her to bed.  He made her feel so good that nothing else mattered.

But moving in with James was only the first change.  She soon realized that her job was going to keep her away from James too much.  She was relieved when he encouraged her to quit.  He could easily support them both, so there was no need for her to work. But James did not intend for her to be idle.  Instead he used his contacts to get her modeling work.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not model material,” Molly laughed when James suggested it.

“Molly, dear, you are more than beautiful enough to be a model.  I know a photographer who would love to use you.  And I know you would have a great time.  Think about how sexy you would look.”

Molly did think about it.  He loved to be watched and checked out, that was true.  James knew her so well.  She told him she would think about it.  A week later he set up a test session with a photographer.  She reluctantly agreed to go.  Molly turned out to be a natural in front of the camera and the photographer told her that with her look she could make a lot of money.  He told her he would love to use her for some catalogue work.

Again, Molly wasn’t so sure, but James took her aside and by the time he was done, Molly was totally committed.  Less than six months after she had moved in with James Molly was a top lingerie model, very much in demand.

With James encouragement, Molly kept dressing sexier and sexier.  Lingerie modeling was the only time she ever wore panties anymore and soon she wasn’t even wearing a bra much of the time.  She spent her days around the pool and her evenings pleasing James.  Her sex life was incredible and even with how James kept her satisfied, it still seemed she could never get enough.  Thinking about men looking at her modeling photos kept her so horny that she would frequently masturbate in the middle of the day.

And so it was that within a year Molly’s old life had been forgotten completely, replaced by a fairy tale of a life where Molly was devoted to keeping her man happy and in return she was provided with every comfort she could ever ask for.  She never looked back to her old life, never thought about friends she no longer saw, even the pain of losing her family no longer bothered her.  To Molly, it wasn’t so odd that her life had changed so drastically.  She knew that she had just become the woman she always should have been.

finis