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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
I've tried to fix the paragraphing a bit, but I might
have overdone it a bit. (Though it *IS* a lot better
to read when the paragraphs aren't 500+ lines each.)
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Subject: the_book part2
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_A Weekend by the Book_ (The_Book_pt2) section (a)
Those wonderful, slightly chill mornings with the birds
chirping noisily outside his bedroom window always made Bob
want to stay in bed. The silky touch of his comforter against
his naked legs was a sensual pleasure he enjoyed almost as
much as sex itself. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, and wasn't
sure he wanted to.
He was lingering over the dream he'd had as he awoke, a dream
in soft cushioned heavens with a soft supple woman he'd never
seen before. Literally an angel, wings although no halo, she'd
taken him to the peaks of ecstasy in his dream. He could
remember a ledge, and clouds, but very little else. The haze
of passing dream memory made her even more attractive as his
wakening mind tried to recreate the lushness of their acts
together.
He finally rose from bed, and happily relished the fact of
today as a holiday. Looking at the clock, he could tell he'd
slept a sinful extra half hour to almost 8:00 AM.
He leaned against the wall in the shower. The water flowed in
little waterfalls over his shoulders, arms, and chest. This
sensation also gave a smooth relief of pleasure, while he
reflected back on the preceding day's activities. He wanted
to believe it wasn't all a dream, along with the angelic
visitor of his sleep.
He knew it wasn't because despite the free fall way his life
had become, he could see the symbols. The Book's symbols. He
saw the passage of the symbols along his own legs and arms,
even the tiny streams along the surface of his skin. They
paralleled the streams of water, glistening in the morning
light. He finished the shower knowing today would be another
shining wonder in his life.
Bob dressed in his jeans and a tee-shirt, ate breakfast, and
cleaned the mess from breakfast. It was about 9:00 and he
needed to run some errands at the stores and the mall.
==========
He did some grocery shopping first. The supplies were to last
him the next week, but Bob wanted to be prepared for the
possible activities, so he stocked up more heavily than usual.
After he paid, it occurred to him, payment was totally
unnecessary. He was glad he'd paid anyway.
After unloading the groceries at home, he grabbed his speakers,
shoved them in the car and drove to his friend Ben's stereo
repair shop. They'd been performing poorly for a month or so.
He hadn't meant to get them fixed today, but his lie to Betty
had to be made good.
He went in the store from the back door. Ben owned the shop,
although he was the service expert as well. None of his
employees could hold a candle to his talents with electronics.
Ben was proud of his high school buddy.
"Ben," Bob's friend was about 6 feet tall, 4 inches shorter
than Bob, with a dark complexion and a pudgy tummy. "how long
to fix these?"
"Bob! Let's see," He picked up one of the boxes, "It'll take a
while to get you an estimate, you know that?"
"Yeah, well, I've got a woman coming over tonight," he looked
around quickly and gave Ben one of those 'manly' knowing looks,
"it's not Betty and I don't want her to know. I told her you
were going to help me with these..."
"Geeze Bob", shaking his head, Ben opened the backs of the
speakers to examine them, "you know I'll help if I can, but
man, I don't know whats wrong without checking these out
first."
"I know, I know. Just tell me what you can do."
"So your working on two babes at once, eh?"
"Well, let's just say I've lucked into some nice ass while
Betty is stringing me along..."
"You know, if you're horny, we can work something out with
Janet."
Janet was Ben's wife. Ben and Janet had an open arrangement,
partly because Ben got off on seeing his wife with another man.
Bob hadn't liked the idea before, especially since Janet really
didn't like Bob much. He wasn't sure why, he figured it had
something to do with Bob dragging Ben off to poker games
occasionally. "I know she doesn't like you much, but if I talk
to her, she'll do just about anything."
"Actually Ben, I think I could talk her into spreading for me
without your help. I'm just not so sure its a real good idea."
Ben snorted out a laugh. He'd gotten both speakers open by
now, and had to step back while laughing so as to avoid damage.
"Forgive me Bob," he wiped his eyes and suppressed, badly, the
huge grin creeping across his face. "Janet would do it if I
asked, not for any other reason. I've had to put up with her
bitching about you."
"Oh?" Ben was curious, "What IS her complaint with me anyway?"
"She thinks you are not good enough to be my friend. She keeps
telling me you haven't got enough class, you abuse our
friendship, you spend too much time drinking and crap like
that." Well, at least the drinking wasn't true.
"So?, why'd she marry you then?, you and I move in the same
circles, so to speak."
"I dunno. She fell head over heels in love or lust or
somethin'."
"I'll tell you what Ben. I'll bet you double or nothing the
cost of the repair, I go to your house and fuck her silly while
you wait here."
"You think so!? I'll bite, what's the gimmick? You get some
film of her doing something you can blackmail her with? Fat
chance!"
"Nothing like it. I'll even get her to call you to talk while
I'm making her, how's that?"
"Oh, man, I'd love that. I'd fix your speakers for nuthin' just
for the opportunity to watch or listen to her being humped, and
you know it. It ain't gonna happen though."
"Okay, you got it! I'm on my way."
"You sure you don't want me to call her first? She really
doesn't like you much. I wasn't kidding."
"I don't care if she throws darts at my photo in your wedding
pics. She'll beg for a repeat performance when you get home."
"Shit." was the last word from Ben before Bob left.
Bob glowed inside with the knowledge he couldn't lose this bet,
and Ben wouldn't be hurt by his project. Every encounter gave
him extra valuable knowledge, and this would be no different.
===========
Bob got to Ben's house at 10:20 AM. The house was an old two
story, fairly attractive in light blue. Bob smiled at the
sight of the white picket fence around the yard. The house was
on a corner and he'd never quite got into the habit of walking
all the way around the corner to the front gate. He usually
parked around the side by the back of the house.
Once again, he jumped the fence. Musing, he figured this was
easily another influence effecting why Janet didn't like him as
any.
He walked through the back porch door, and rang the bell next
to the kitchen door. Reaching out, he could feel the symbols
down the basement. She was coming up the stairs, he judged,
and had seen him jump the fence through the basement window.
He could feel her ankles rise and drop climbing each step. She
radiated symbols strongly shouting 'disapproval'.
The door opened, and there, in a glorious ray of sunlight,
stood Janet. She was about 5 foot 8 inches. Her slightly auburn
hair was nicely set off by her freckles. She had a hostile
frown on her plush lips and the wrinkles around her eyes show
more concern than he'd remembered being there. Dressed in a
sweat suit for house work, he could only see some of her curves
he had admired in the past. He knew her chest was larger than
her frame would suggest, and her slender legs rivaled those of
the best dancers. He was somewhat curious as to the color of
pubic hair in the past, and figured he'd find out today for
certain.
The moment taken up by reflection passed. She began an
irritated pout, and brushed back her hair.
"So Bob!" she spurted out. "To what do I owe this visit? I know
you're aware that Ben is at work."
He stepped past her, and he spoke, "I know, just came from his
shop. I never did find out why you let him work there, since
you guys have all that money from your father." She followed
him to the living room, where as Bob recalled, there was a
perfectly comfortable lounge chair with a phone on the table
next to it. Excellent, he thought.
"He needs to work, to keep his hands busy, you know that."
snarling. "Yep," he grinned lecherously, "keeps his hands off
you, I'm sure." "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I made a bet with Ben, that I'd seduce you today."
She stared dumbstruck at him for a minute, then laughed
hysterically. Bob just waited, knowing with his new talent,
nothing she did would stop him from taking her. She finally
collapsed in the chair, and calmed herself a bit.
"You know, even if you had any chance before," she still
giggled between words, "you couldn't do it now that you've
warned me. You might as well leave now."
"I don't think there'll be a problem. Before you know it,
you'll want me in you so bad you won't care about the bet at
all."
"You're pretty sure of yourself for someone so full of shit."
she crossed her arms over her chest, allowing him some view of
the curves concealed by the sweat shirt. "You are beginning to
get me pissed, and believe me, that ain't gonna help a sorry
little sot like you get anywhere." She grinned in a sadistic
manner, "besides I've screwed just about everyone else Ben
knows, at his request I might add, and he has never, thank the
heavens, asked me to do anything with you. If he does, it will
be the first and only time I refuse. It might be the grounds
for our divorce, happy though he makes me otherwise." It was
clear she thought she'd stung him.
Bob finally started exerting some changes in the thought
streams her body was using. As he laughed back, he insinuated
the tendrils of pleasure up through her thighs and along the
back of her neck.
"I think you will shortly find your opinion unreliable, even
for your own judgment of your own actions..." He reached
directly to the nerve streams her groin used and slid the
symbols in that caused sexual heat to rise from within. "Shall
we get started or would you like to deny your own body's lust a
while longer?"
She twisted head to the side a bit, gritting her teeth. "How do
you expect me to be aroused by such a lousy approach?"
"Actually, I've suspected for some time you want me. You always
react hostily to me, but I always suspected you want to cajole
me into sexual action with you. Ben may have his desires, this
struck me as one of yours." Of course, he knew she was being
aroused by his mental manipulation of her nervous system, but
he wanted her consciousness to believe she'd simply suppressed
her desires.
"You're nuts," by this time he'd sent a few tingles through her
cunt lips, and clit, she was twisting in the lounge chair
trying not to show her arousal, "you are imagining things.
<unggh>"
Bob began to undress. His penis was nestled, retracted, in
amongst his balls. As the hanging silence became more
pronounced, he knelt before her, and pulled her running shoes
off. By now, her head was lolling back and a few drops of sweat
were rolling off her forehead. He could make out the pale
bottom of her chin as he rolled her sweat pants down her legs.
"Unngh oooohh," she loosed the groans with reluctant
acknowledgment of her heightened state of arousal. Her panties,
a pale pink frilly pair, wet and smelling uniquely of woman,
came off through his administration next.
"I can't, aahh, be so, eeaa, so hot, gggnnn, hot from arggggg,
arguing with yyyaaahhh, you.... oh god yes" he was gently
tickling the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He had a fine
view now of her luscious slender legs, which were stretching
out to point the toes in pulsing motions. "ggnnnnggoooood,
oooohhh mooorre"
He lifted the sweat shirt up over her breasts. Delightfully,
her melon sized boobs were unencumbered by a bra. The lovely
freckles, so attractive on her countenance, also graced the
pale skin of her tits. He could almost see little circles form
by the little dots as the two orbs bounced and wobbled from the
motions Janet was now making.
"Lift your arms." She did as instructed and he pulled off the
top over her head. Her hair, fell through the neck of the
sweat shirt, almost in slow motion, gliding across her smooth,
naked shoulders. He felt his own arousal as his prick began to
stiffen.
"Oh Bobbbb," she had now yielded to his physical advances. He
stroked the nipples of one tit, watching it grow to attention
as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth, teasing it
inside with his tongue. "oh yessss, suck me, suck suck suck...
me" her lithe fingers stroked through his hair, smoothing the
errant strays while pulling, and sinking his head into the
breast he was attacking. He blocked the orgasm he saw
developing in her, coming mostly from the stimulation of her
breasts.
He had a call to make first.
"Mmnnph!," he pulled back against the pressure of both of her
arms now. God!, she's strong, he thought. "pick up the phone,
call Ben."
"Unnh, don't stop. don't don't." she muttered, apparently at
the brink but unable to breach the barrier. "why, inuhhhh, call
Ben? just fuck me, oh god please fuck me...unng.."
"Don't you think he'd like to hear you coming?" He clamped his
finger and thumb tightly on her nipple, twisting sharply <nnng,
uuuuuuahhh>. He could see she was expecting that to send her
over, but instead it just sent her pelvis into deeper thrusts,
seeking cock that hadn't been inserted yet. Her fulfillment
would wait a touch longer.
She fumbled, and between grunts and moans, managed to dial the
number. She strained her eyes open and closed as the other end
rang. And when the voice answering was not Ben, she struggled
to suppress the sounds her throat was forcing past her tongue.
"Hi, <ahemmm> this is Janet, can I <cough> speak with my
husband." She barely managed to contain her voice as Bob pulled
her legs up over the arms of the chair and began to slide his
hand over her ass. She shouldn't bother hiding her activities,
he thought. Everyone who works with Ben knows how you two
operate. "unghh!, please, unhgg, ooohhh pleeease!"
"Hello, <grnnnt> Ben?," the voice seemed to confirm it, "Bob is
here, and he tells me, ugnngh, you guys made a bet of ooaaah,
some kind... uh uh uh uh" Bob had inserted two fingers in her
cunt and was starting to thrust them.
"Here," she panted as she held out the phone, "he wants
<rrrrggggh> to talk, mmmmmm, to you."
"Bob!?, Bob!?, Bob!?"
"Yup," Bob had to exert a measure of self control to keep from
breathing heavily into the phone, "she's hot to trot, ready for
fucking. How would you like me to take her?"
"I don't believe,... never mind! I don't care, I just want to
hear her while she's coming!" Ben responded.
"Okay, you listen, she'll hold the phone to her throat..."
He handed the phone back to Janet. Obedient to the instructions,
she pinned the phone where the receiver would pick up every
throaty sound she loosed.
"Okay Janet, since Ben hasn't got a preference, and you're so
convinced I can't get in your pants, how do you want it?"
"Oh Bob, I uh uh uh, I'm sorry, uh uh uh, fuck me Bob, fuck me!
please fuck me! god!! fuck fuck fuck, pleeeese."
He worked himself up into position to enter, and in a single
lunge, thrust the length of his cock deep inside her.
"OooooooOH!" was her immediate response. As he thrust, he let
himself come pretty quickly, a fountain of come flooding freely
through his prick. He kept pounding to her thumping grunts and
slowly released the block on her orgasm, causing her building
heat to rise higher still.
"YESSSS!, YES YES YES YES, oh FUCK SHIT FUCK GOD!" she
screamed, completely without restraint as the sensation drew
her on. In one final screaming pitch, she pounded up and down
so hard, he thought the chair was creaking louder than it
should. She released completely with an ear piercing primal
scream.
She lay panting frantically on the chair as he stood up. She
was clearly used up, needing to recover before she could even
speak. The sweat dripped into a puddle on the chairs arms, head
rest, back and elsewhere, competing with the puddle of sexual
juices by her ass.
"Hello? Hello?" squawked from the phone. Bob picked it up.
Janet was in no condition to do so.
"Ben, you still there."
"Goddamn, I wet my pants." came Ben's voice calmly as though
he'd dropped a screw driver.
"Well, you lose the bet lad."
"I guess so, who'd of guessed."
"Talk to you later."
"Later." and the phone clicked as Ben hung up.
Janet just sat there, eyes closed, panting, helpless before
him. Bob enjoyed this view and toyed with her hair while he
stood beside her.
"We'll do this again won't we Janet?" She opened her eyes and
looked at him with astonishment. Gulping, she straightened up
a bit.
"I h-h-hope so. I'd never would've thought you'd be the best
sex I'd ever had. I want more, but I'm burnt out."
"There'll be another time." He began to dress.
"I'm sorry about the things I said... stay, we can screw again
in a little while."
"Its okay, like I said, I think you were using it to build
sexual tension or some such shit."
"Yeah, well, that was the best fuck I can remember." Still
naked she walked to the kitchen with him. "I want to repeat
the experience often. Ben won't mind, honest."
"I know, gotta go now." With this Bob turned and embraced her
in his arms. He kissed her passionately, as she returned the
kiss with her tongue caressing his lips.
Bob was pleased, he'd only controlled some of her physical
reactions. Not at all like Fran, whose mind was completely
adjusted to meet his demands. Nor like Randi, who he'd taken
over control her body with some reaction control. Now with a
little work he could manipulate women without bending them
into entirely new personalities.
Somewhat satisfied that nothing could go wrong now, that his
talent was beginning to grow. He drove over to the Mall, there
were a few more things he'd need before tonight!
====
The mall was full of mothers with children, college students
who didn't have classes or were cutting, and the odd couple
here and there with a day off. Bob was concentrating on
getting to the book store, when something jolted his reverie...
There was a very attractive young girl, although as he looked
she appeared to be older, sitting in front of a shoe store.
She had long black hair, a clear complexion, and was thin but
not bony. What snapped him loose from daydreaming about
screwing Janet was her intensity as she watched women walking
by...
Bob sat down across from the Shoe store, pretending to check
his purchases. He reached out with a tendril of thought to
probe her. He was curious. Taking out a pen, he slipped into
her subconscious and found her name and address. This
information written down for later use, he made an effort to
monitor her thoughts.
For a moment, he could see through her eyes as she appraised
the curves of a woman walking by with a stroller. This was
new! He could feel her salivating at the idea of sucking milk
from the new mother's teat. He could sense the arousal in her
loins and found that his manhood was straining in response to
her lust.
Knowing he couldn't get his chores done, and explore this hot
little lesbian tart, he double checked the address he'd written
down and pulled his tendril of thought back.
He got a second surprise...
Someone was frantically trying to hide their mind, and doing a
poor job of it. He'd never of noticed, but for his little
probe activity. Bob began to seek out the consciousness trying
to hide. It was wandering the mall, but he couldn't tell
where...
{who??} came a symbol from this mystery person, {not them?}
Bob, stunned that anyone else knew the symbols, much less could
manipulate them, paused before responding.
{I am learning} he tried to be somewhat evasive. Worried about
the reactions of others to his experiments, it didn't seem a
good idea to expose himself either. {why do you hide?}
{hunters!, you can be found, be careful} and the other mind
modified it's concealment, vanishing from Bob's inexperienced
probing.
Someone else slapped out at him with an entirely unsubtle probe
at his mind. Pulling back into himself he displayed a set of
surface thoughts about shopping. Hunters?, what hunters?
Telepaths with hostility towards other telepaths? It was a
shock to learn there were others who knew the symbols. He
decided caution was in order.
Bob's consciousness slipped down inside himself. He filled out
the artificial consciousness he left showing, so telepathic
probes wouldn't detect him. This probe was pure energy though,
no symbols apparent. Could the phony him pass if whoever looked
closely?
The probe passed, Bob allowed himself an internal sigh of
relief. What he'd done seemed to have worked. He checked the
artificial personality he displayed. He was certain it was
untouched. He wondered who the phantom he'd communicated with
was, but was relieved to avoid the 'hunters'.
In an unhurried manner, watching anxiously for the 'hunters',
he completed his errands. He still couldn't keep from shaking
somewhat.
Once he was back on the road, he couldn't resist speeding. He
had to adjust a cop to ignore him as he drove past. Just
another price of the fun he now enjoyed.
====
"Hi Ben."
"Bob!"
"Speakers ready yet?" Bob was still shaking. He wasn't used to
the idea that other people were looking for him, as a telepath
that is.
"Hey bud," Ben jibed, "Screwing Janet give you a case of
nerves?"
"Naw, close call on the highway." Bob lied. You don't have the
talent, you shouldn't know about it, he thought.
"That was one intense phone call by the way. Ran home for an
hour and we had a quickie on the kitchen floor." Ben lifted the
speakers from behind his work desk. "Funny thing though, Janet
seemed let down afterwards..."
"Aw, she'll be okay. Twice, so close together, probably just a
case of stamina failure."
"Well, you musta given her some work out, she was still naked
in the kitchen. Said she was feeling kind of limp. It was
great for me though."
"Heh heh, thanks for fixing the speakers, Janet was real fun.
If you don't mind maybe she and I can...." he let the thought
trail off. It wouldn't do to have Ben think he was too far
gone to appreciate a good fuck.
"You bet. I'd like to watch though, you know what a thrill I
get outa seeing her get laid..."
"Right, sure. When the opportunity arises, I guess."
====
As evening approached, Bob felt much better. He realized the
'hunters', as he thought of them, could never get hold of him
if they couldn't spot him. Everything was cool again, he
thought. He'd just have to be careful to keep up a good front.
He'd have to look at the Book, to see if any other telepaths
are mentioned. Specifically he wanted to see if he'd
overlooked any reference to hostile groups, or some kind of
association of telepaths.
He pushed it to the back of his mind for now. He wanted to be
ready for his private party. So he went back to clearing away
the living room's clutter and straightened up the bedroom.
This was going to be an interesting evening.
====
When the doorbell rang promptly at 6:30, Bob rushed to open it.
There was Fran, and as he'd come to expect, she was striking
sexy poses whenever opportune, as if the photographer would
snap a picture at any moment. Mostly this showed her bust line
and hips to great effect, but the coy come hither looks she
shot off were most effective.
She walked in as he directed carrying a large and tattered
shopping bag. She stood in the living room for a moment,
gathering in the view, neither approving nor disapproving. Bob
closed the door and walked up behind her.
"Oh darling, um, master, I've looked forward to this all day!"
She hadn't of course, but she didn't know that. Bob adjusted
the instructions he'd given her to allow her to remain in
secret lover personality while in his home tonight. He reached
around her and cupped the undersides of her tits. They were
delightfully round and soft. Clearly she'd successfully removed
her underthings before coming. He fingered her nipples and
licked the back of her neck.
She cocked one knee up a bit and began to squeeze her thighs in
to stimulate her groin. "oh, master, oh please yes." He
stopped after a few moments, to her obvious disappointment.
Lifting the back of her skirt, he was pleased to learn that
she'd gotten the panties off too. Rubbing her bottom he slowly
slipped his middle finger into her asshole. "Eeek!, aaahhh..."
Startled at first, she allowed herself to relax and accept the
intrusion.
"March as I lead." he began to direct her by his finger to the
bedroom. Each step was arousing her more as he finger fucked
her anus with every up and down motion. Her face took on a
flushed color and little gasps came after the first few steps.
"You brought your uniform?" He removed his finger.
Disappointment rose again within her. She apparently was
expecting to be well fucked first thing. She'd have to wait.
"Yes master, a beautiful maids outfit. I've worn it once
before, but Joe didn't really care for it."
"Put it on, I'll be in the kitchen." He turned and left her,
wanting to be surprised at least a little bit.
A few minutes later as she came into the kitchen, he turned and
was extremely pleased.
She wore a frilly top blouse with red cups under the breasts,
only barely covering her nipples. Tightly, the white blouse
clung to her middle and a black little skirt fluffed up
stiffly, lace patterned frills underneath showed her upper
thighs adorned with garters. Her legs were decorated with skin
colored stockings with the seam in the back straight as an
arrow. Her ankles were adorned with a white lace loop and
turned, ever so lovely, in the high heels she wore. Similar
lace wraps adorned her wrists, displaying her hands and fingers
nicely. She'd removed her wedding and engagement rings,
probably to please her lover. A delightful touch, that added
enormously, was the jet black choker around her neck. She
pirouetted for his pleasure.
"Good. Now set the dining room table for two. I'm having Randi
over for dinner. We'll probably fuck afterwards. You will be
serving us." He could sense the anger rising in her. Why
should she share him with anyone! Then he could see the
resignation, as she decided she'd do anything for her secret
lover. Interestingly, she began to twitch with excitement at
the humiliation of having to serve his other lover dinner. She
also seem to reflect on how much better a lover she must be, to
be able to accept this role from him.
"Yes master." she meekly said.
Amazing, he thought, I didn't even plant that stream in her to
accept... I think. Aroused himself, he had to struggle not to
take Fran immediately.
She began to work on setting the table, a difficult task in the
outfit she now wore. Watching her move in that outfit, he
thought, was one hell of a reward in itself. The motions
showed off her flesh with grace, and her poise was such, Bob
could believe she was aroused just from being watched.
Fortunately the doorbell rang again. He answered the door to
find Randi, as he expected.
She was beautiful. She wore a red, ankle length, shoulderless
dress, that accented her smaller breasts and the incredible
curve of her hips. Her hair was waved slightly, and the red
lipstick was glossy enough to accent the light pucker her lips
were displaying. She was wearing black high heels, and an
ankle bracelet glinted briefly in the waning sunlight.
A cloud of confusion and irritation hung over her as he waved
her in.
"I really didn't want to come, you know. I just had to see if
this stupid lack of control is something that happens only
around you!" She stomped into the livingroom on 3 inch heels
without the flowing grace the dress suggested. He figured he
could work on that...
"Oh, I love it when you're angry. Do sit down, our servant for
the evening will have dinner ready soon, I'm sure..."
"Our what!? Oh, your not going to embarrass me in front of a
stranger, you know! I can just leave right now!"
"Nothing of the sort. You know Fran. Fran! Come in here please."
In walked the lovely, willowy blond, displaying herself in her
maid's outfit. She capped her entrance with a delicate curtsy,
almost sliding her breasts free from her blouse on the bounce.
"Yes master?" she put out with the sexiest breathy voice she
could manage.
"Dinner is on the stove and in the oven. When the timer rings,
the chicken should be ready. Set out the food, and call us in.
Bring us a glass of wine each, please."
"Will that be all master?"
"Yes Fran, that will be all."
"That isn't our Fran, from work I mean!?" Randi appeared a
little shocked by Fran's appearance. But her eyes had lingered
on Fran's legs and ass as she wandered back to the kitchen.
"Oh, she likes performing this little role of hers. Don't be
alarmed. We will have dinner, chat for a while, and see what
happens."
Randi opened her lovely lips, but rather than speak, she just
licked them. Bob recognized the reaction from the girl in the
Mall. He hadn't expected Randi to have that response. Oh ho!,
he thought, maybe I know what became of the old boyfriend.
Fran brought the wine in, and Randi's eyes didn't stray from
her. She finally looked at Bob again after Fran left the room.
"If you like, I'll let you eat her for dessert." He tested the
waters, deliberately avoiding monitoring her thoughts.
Stunned, Randi looked down at her lap. "I don't know what
you're talking about!" Her voice was much smaller, and
somewhat broken up by the attempt to reply immediately to his
insinuation. Her hands were clasped, palms up in her lap, and
looked sweaty. He knew he had appraised her reaction
correctly. Before the conversation continued however, Fran
called that dinner was ready.
Sitting down to candle light, being served by the attractive
blond, and eating dinner with another woman that would be at
his command later, Bob felt a certain contentment.
Satisfaction and comfort settled in while he ate the food Fran
placed before him. She stroked him with those lovely boobs
whenever she could work around his side or back. While she did
this, he slipped a suggestion into her mind that she do the
same for Randi.
Fran, consciously trying to please Bob, now began to perform
the same little enticing movements against Randi. Bob watched
Randi's eyes pop wide open at one point when Fran dipped her
cleavage low so Randi couldn't miss it. Randi's tongue
explored her own lips and seemed to have no active control
while her eyes followed Fran around the room. At one point, she
brushed her own breast as Fran rubbed up against her back.
Bob's reactions were astounding, he couldn't keep his prick
down when he saw Randi's behavior.
Fran did well serving the salad, main course, and the cake he
had bought. She made every step to and from the kitchen an
exciting luscious erotic treat as well. But after she cleared
the dessert dishes, he had her bring out coffee. He was
looking forward to being awake for some time yet! Once the
coffee was out, he looked at a very horny Randi sitting
opposite.
"Still hungry?"
"Well, no, dinner was very good, thank you." She remained
pensive, and somewhat ill at ease. Bob was delighted, this was
all very exciting, influencing his state of arousal.
"Very well, Fran come in here."
The blond bounced into the dining room quickly, almost coming
out of the weak restraint of her blouse.
"Yes master?"
Bob got up and moved behind Fran, turning her to face Randi.
Her body moved longingly at his every touch. Looking over
Fran's shoulder, he could see Randi lick her lips, and struggle
at restraining her own reactions. Fran tensed a little as she
realized he might use her there before this other lover, but
relaxed again, determined she would show herself the better
choice.
He reached for the back of her neck, with his palm arched, he
lightly felt the smooth skin around to her chin and slipped a
finger into her mouth. She took the finger and sucked it with
worshipful motions, licking the air behind as he pulled away
from time to time. Bob could see her eyes were closed in
passion. He glanced at Randi, who by now had her right hand up
to her mouth, the knuckles of her forefinger sucked between her
lips, the white of her teeth showing against the skin. Her
desire to participate was very clear.
"Come into the living room, both of you." He directed, as soon
as he could draw himself under control a bit. "Randi, you take
the larger chair, by the bookcase." He slipped his hand under
the diminutive skirt Fran was wearing and grabbed a handful of
cheek to guide her in front of Randi, back about 3 feet.
Randi, lost in her own lust, simply did as commanded. He was
delighted that he'd been able to avoid any further probing, and
adjustment to fulfill his desires so far.
He slipped his hand past Fran's anus and pulled back on her
crotch while pushing forward on her shoulders with the other
hand. "Ommph!" she spouted as her hands grabbed the arms of
Randi's chair and she leaned over displaying her bountiful
chest to the elegantly dressed woman beneath.
"Good. Now Randi, since you've been enjoying watching Fran's
tits throughout dinner, you will arouse them for me."
Shamed by her body's hot desire, Randi began to reach up for
those gifts Bob was giving her. She began by unbuttoning the
blouse Fran had so tightly wrapped around herself earlier.
Fran was helplessly trapped in this position, the strain on her
arms noticibly caused discomfort, but as Randi started tracing
the shapes of Fran's huge tits by the tiniest finger traces, a
sigh of delight escaped from within.
While Randi was exploring, Bob dropped his trousers, kicking
them and his shoes aside for now. His view was enhanced by the
great mirror over the mantle of his fireplace. He also reached
out to see through Randi what she saw and felt. As he did this
he could feel the growing lust raging in her and saw the tip of
her tongue wrap itself around Fran's nipple. Fran let out a
solid low moan. Bob stepped up behind her. He lifter her
skimpy skirt to expose naked ass and pussy. He slid his cock
straight into her cunt, by now soaked with vaginal juices, to
the hilt.
"gnnn! ooohhh god!" he could feel her clenching her teeth with
the sensation of her nipples being aroused from one side as he
plunged her depths from behind. Unable to do much more than
wobble in place against him, she pressed back whenever she
could. The high heels she wore made this task less than
simple.
Bob blocked her orgasm, as he had earlier with Janet. He let
it build. The streams of pleasurable arousal grew, but failed
to release. "unh unh unh" she throbbed rhythmically, pulsing as
he continued to pound her cunt and Randi got more enthusiastic
with her tits. Randi bit down hard once, eliciting a great
"ggaaawwdddd yessss!" as Fran lurched with the strokes. Fran's
head was now shaking wildly from side to side, tossing droplets
of sweat left and right as she strove to reach the plateau...
which Bob finally allowed, unlocking the stream for her.
"AAAHHHHAAHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOOODDD! FU..." and she went from
total animal screech to whimpering little girl slowly through
the orgasm.
No one could say how long she had been in a state of orgasm,
but when she was done, there was just a shell of child, leaning
against the chair. Bob carried her to the other chair and sat
her down. Still in her maids uniform, Fran looked a little like
a broken doll.
Checking she was actually still there and breathing, Bob
cupped her face in his hands. She smiled, but didn't open her
eyes.
Bob turned back to Randi. She was virtually drooling, gulping
with desire and anticipation. Her hands were rubbing across
the fabric of her dress, over her breasts.
"I'll do anything you want," she breathed seductively. He knew
he had her hooked, more than controlled. "I'll be your
whore," she went on, "anytime, just help me, uh, please, I
want to cum like that!" she ended in a stammering whisper. He
could see her shudder lightly as he approached her.
His cock, wet from Fran, was still standing erect. He stood by
the side of Randi's chair.
"Darling Randi, I think you can start by cleaning Fran's juices
off my prick."
"Yes, er, should I call you master too?" she spoke directly at
his prick, now in her hand.
"Eventually, maybe. Tonight you are my date, Fran is being our
entertainment, a toy for both of us to play with." Randi was
wrapping her lips about the tip of his cock, "a toy for your
pleasure too. But you will be my Lady, an exceptional consort
for this night."
She was delighting in tasting the juices Fran covered him with,
he could feel the passion in her lips and tongue. As she began
diving against his groin, the flood of energy built in his
balls, surging to rise above the base of his organ. He felt
her slide further towards the root of his stiffness. Her teeth
digging gently against the body of his cock. Pulling her head
harder against him he unleashed a torrent of cum down her
throat. Remarkably, she sucked harder to swallow what he'd
delivered. When his release ended, he stood back appraising
her appearance.
She licked her lips clean, clearing every drop of the hard won
semen from her chin, she was still unquestionably squealching
her own desire to orgasm. She had given over to his control,
he would let her come when she was ripe, improving the
inevitable orgasm beyond her normal expectations. She was
obviously certain of this.
Drop and give me fifty, he chuckled to himself. Oh, the
enticing thrill of having two such lovely toys, all to himself.
Well, he couldn't leave her quite like this all night.
"Go in the bedroom, get your underwear off. Then we'll make a
short trip out. You will enjoy yourself, I'm sure."
Reluctantly, knowing she'd now have to wait for her anticipated
release, she stepped down the hall. Bob turned to Fran who had
recovered enough to watch the end of Randi's administrations to
his prick.
"Clean yourself up. I want the kitchen clean by the time we get
back and yourself in pristine condition, prepared for our
leisure."
"Yes master," she managed, still hovering about the plateau she
hit when her orgasm ended. He sensed she'd gotten a thrill
from the use Randi had made of her, he'd expected no less.
He put his pants back on, finishing the knots on his shoes when
Randi came back out. Her makeup straightened out, she had
taken on the appearance of someone set to go to the opera. She
had turned her curvaceous assets into a work of art.
"Before we go, why don't you go in to Fran and feel up her
cunt? You might feel better for it... if all goes well, I'll
let you use her later as well..." She flashed him a wicked
lustful glance, and stepped into the kitchen.
"Yipppp!, oh mistress!" He heard while he found his keys and
wallet. "unnnh!, mmmmph!" A few more muffled moans and sighs
were followed by an "oh please!"
Momentarily, with a satisfied grin, Randi stepped back in. Her
lipstick was slightly disrupted, but she seemed gloriously
pleased with herself.
She fixed the makeup again in the car.
====
The two of them went to a few dance places he'd used to visit,
trolling for dates, before he'd met Betty. She danced
impeccably. He teased her, making her dance with several other
men with verbal instructions to make the tiniest of come ons to
them. Randi obviously felt a little humiliated, but also found
each act of humiliation to be another inch forward in her
arousal.
He, for his part, danced with as many other women as he could
entice to the dance floor. Some of them never noticed his hands
cupping their breasts. Some did, but didn't want him to stop.
But after a few hours, Bob took Randi back to his home. She was
now so hot, she figured the doorknob looked good. He told her
to use Fran to get her relief, when they got inside.
As they entered, Fran stepped up with hot cocoa.
"I thought you'd like something when you got in, master."
Bob took his cup, but Randi set hers aside. In moments she had
pulled Fran to the floor, plunging her tongue into the other
woman's throat.
The temporary servant was moaning herself at this assault like
advance and began to feel Randi's curves through her dress.
Shortly it was Fran who had rolled Randi over and was thrusting
her tongue down the brunette's throat. Gasps of pleasure worked
free from both women. Bob was very pleased with the turn of
events.
Randi and Fran allowed him to interrupt. After pointing out the
bedroom would be much more comfortable, he watched as they
scrambled to the other room together. He slipped the orgasm
block into both of them, and went down the basement.
Shortly he'd found the book and went into the living room,
sitting in the same chair he'd had Randi in earlier. Sipping his
drink, he listened to the stream of moans and begging "fuck me,
please, oooohh" sounds from the bedroom. His vicarious pleasure
was about to begin. He'd planned this since he saw the little
tart at the mall.
He reached out to feel the two women, entering into the streams
Randi was putting out. He could feel her lips brush the nipples
of the other woman. Her heat filled his loins, the pleasure and
pain of the nips at her own nipples flooded his chest. He could
feel the fingers invading her cunt. He sensed the dripping
fluids dribbling down her legs. His own pelvis lifted and
pulsed in rhythm with hers. Fran became pinned under her, as
she thrust her groin into the blond's face. Clearly the blond
was easily as far gone by now, as Randi dug her tongue between
Fran's cut lips, the fluids flowed into her mouth. He could feel
the twist of Fran's fingers, reaching Randi's tits.
Bob released the block on Randi's orgasm while he was inside her
mind stream, wallowing in the symbols spelling out the thrusting
surge. He felt her muscled contraction tightly, again, and
then again, and once again. He was certain he was wet in
exactly the same way. Then he slipped into Fran's stream of
consciousness, feeling a similar punch of pleasure rising in
her/his groin. Randi chose the moment to lunge her fingers
into Fran's cunt, several, maybe an entire fist. Fuck!, god
that was good, he released Fran too and she went screaming, at
the top of her lungs, over the edge.
Releasing the probe into the women, Bob relaxed. Oh shit, he
looked down. He'd orgasmed, messing his pants and his chair.
How embarrassing. Planning hadn't foreseen this, he decided.
====
He cleaned up the mess. Looking in on his toys, he saw they'd
fallen asleep, cuddled in each other's arms.
Very well, he thought. I'm pretty well burnt out anyway. Time
to check out the book. He began to search for references to
organizations of telepaths, hunters, anything. It was 2:00 AM
when he gave up. There were no clues to anyone, not even the
original author. He virtually had the Book memorized now.
He finally put it away again.
Thinking about the two women together, his cock rose again. He
slipped in next to Fran. He woke her with a shush...
With Randi still asleep, he had Fran suck his cock, lubricating
him with her spit. Turning her around, he arranged her on her
knees on the bed. Her head next to Randi, her shoulders
embedded in a pillow, her ass jutting up at him. He spread her
cheeks. She made a small whimper of joy, and he shushed her
again. His cock worked its way into her ass slowly. She bit
down on the pillow.
He plunged in and began to work up a rhythm. Fran grunted a
pleased sigh. He pumped and felt the flood coming again. His
groin squeezed the liquid fire through his prick one more time
for the night. Randi slept through everything this time, even
Fran's screaming orgasm.
And then he felt spent. Fran dripped with come, and he watched
her waiting permission to get up. With hesitation, he had her
gather her things and go home.
He gave Fran a farewell kiss at the front door, and intimately
drew his fingers over each breast and her cunt before she
departed.
====
He woke up Randi, telling her to go home. Randi seemed
reluctant to depart. She wanted to stay for more of his special
treatment.
"Don't worry, we'll get together again, soon."
"I'm prepared to move in, if you'll have me." she whispered.
"You want Fran, not me." He knew what brought out her heat,
she'd missed it all along. His new talent had helped see
through her thin veneer.
"Yes, but you gave her to me tonight. The whole thing wouldn't
have worked if I'd tried to pick her up myself..." Her eyes
begged him for more, both the humiliation and the control over
other women. "But she is only one woman. You are a treasure
chest of unbriddled sexual pleasure."
"So you think you want to be my whore? You want me to pimp
women for your use?"
"I'd pay for what you've given me, er, master." with this she
announced her servitude.
"You will pay. You'll find that if I own you, I'll used you
often. I'll think it over. Go home."
She pouted at him, but left as commanded. He watched her car
drive away in the darkness. Clearing away the mess in the bed
room, he collapsed into a solid crashing sleep.
He dreamed of being 'hunted' by predatory villains, wielding ray
guns and carrying manacles. The terror woke him, but he managed
to drop off again, repeating the nightmare a few times...
Betty would visit tomorrow.
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