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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 part3
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_A Weekend by the Book_ (The_Book_pt3) section (b)
Saturday morning, a dreamy semi-spring day crept up on Bob.
He managed to get out of bed anyway. He knew the morning
would give him little time to get chores out of the way...
Bob could feel the detergent powder against his skin after putting
the bed clothes in to wash. The odor of sex had turned sour during
the night, and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more
pristine condition before Betty showed up.
Randi had left her panties and bra behind. He felt like a
teenager, finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away
to return later. As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained
on the lingerie. He hesitated for a moment, then put them in a
plastic bag in the crawl space. He didn't think Betty would
explore there.
Musing, he considered the practicalities of Randi moving in as his
slave. Although she volunteered, he didn't see any practical means
of keeping her in line without 'adjustment'.
Not that he was bothered by the power he had over her, but it was
somehow more enjoyable when she *had* to cooperate without
manipulation.
Not that he'd ever be able to explain to Betty.
He turned on some music, an old Beatles album. About the time he
heard the line "she came in through the bathroom window..." the
doorbell rang.
====
Betty was in the study, working on an art project. Sometimes when
she came over, it was to make use of the extra space his home
afforded. She lived in an apartment about 30 minutes away, so
while convenient, it wasn't exactly a trip she would make for only
one purpose.
She realized that if she'd done this Friday night, she and Bob
wouldn't have any time together. She was somewhat pleased that the
speakers were fixed now too. She brushed something off her slacks.
Maybe, she thought, maybe Bob's the one. A real keeper, the 'Man
of my dreams'. He'd stopped pushing her about sex lately too. This
was a 'Good Thing' and to be admired, since it meant she could
control that silly activity if they ever got married.
She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after
all, marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with
Bob, not ready to be completely serious yet.
She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.
====
Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on
her thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he
could slip a new chain of symbols into her nervous system.
He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time
would come to strip her of the misconception sex was silly. It
just would have to wait.
"How long is a china man?" he called to her.
"What?" he'd gotten her attention.
"When are you going to be finished?," he shouted. "I've some yard
work to do, but I might need to run some errands too."
"Go ahead, I could be a few hours. Then maybe we can go out for
dinner!" she called back. He shuddered, wondering what type of
culinary horror she would foist upon him this time.
He stepped out to the garage, getting the lawnmower out. Soon, he
was lost in the numbing vibrations, watching the clippings that
escaped through the gap between the housing and the ground. He
contemplated the fate of these small clippings.
====
He could feel people around him.
Betty, most certainly. But across the street he could sense
the kids playing on the swingset/kid fort behind the house. He
could feel the couple next door, working separately on
household chores. Two teenagers were hiding behind a garage
making out. Mr. Graenspin two blocks over had a whale of a
hangover.
The drivers of cars passing by sent out mixed signals of
braking, accelerating. The mailman was frustrated by sorting
the goddamn mail for the twerps in 352, but he was looking
forward to delivering to that divorced Mrs. Lansing. A
bicyclist was staring at the tire before him rolling along the
road.
The rolling murmur of mind voices started as a trickle but was
starting to roar. It was building to a shouting crescendo! Bob
dropped to his knees, clutching his hands over his ears and
scream, at least he thought he did. The book had done this! He
hadn't expected to hear everyone at once!
Seal them out, seal them out! The alien thoughts were pounding at
the gates of his mind... he had to stop them. When he could work
in a few thoughts of his own he imagined a curtain around his
mind. He drew it about that thing which was 'Bob' and closed in
underneath.
The mass of minds quieted. He could still feel the plundering
assault in throbbing waves, a little like the water of a shower
pushing the curtain back. Realization dawned that his range had
steadily increased and was undergoing another enormous growth.
What he needed was some kind of filter, a bubble, some kind of
shield he could selectively see through... and as he thought it,
the shield began to form.
He found he was kneeling in the grass. Certain the entire crisis
had lasted less than a handful of seconds, he continued to kneel,
panting from the released pressure. It would pass, but the
exertion of fighting off the effects of his power left him weak.
He had only a few more passes to make with the mower. He fought
through it tenaciously.
====
He'd gone in the bathroom to recover. Betty, who was still
diligently working, wouldn't disturb him in here. She seemed to
respect some activities as sacrosanct.
He stretched out in the tub, fully dressed and leaned back.
There must be a suitable way to relax after that experience. He
thought his head would burst like a bad scene in a horror
flick.
The best relaxation he could think of was sex.
Well, with Betty here, that was out for sure. Then the
glimmerings of a plan came up from the cellars of his mind.
Testing his control of the shield he'd constructed, he looked in
on the neighboring couple. He couldn't remember their names, but
he could find out as he slipped into their minds.
The woman was easy to find. He was getting used to exploring
women's thoughts...
She was taking a breather, sitting on the edge of her bed. She
wasn't bad to look at, thought Bob, seeing her in the mirror
through her own eyes.
Her brown/blonde hair was styled into a fluffy perm. Her face
without make up was attractive, high cheeks, narrow nose,
expressive mouth, with a round, smooth chin. Her body was
athletic, not real busty, but curved and rounded at the chest.
>From what he could make out of her legs, she was sculpted nicely
there too.
The decision came upon him, he wanted to make her, right now! It
was just a matter of how to go about taking her. Thinking of his
remote experience last night with his slave toys, the plan
continued to grow in his mind.
He insinuated a control over the woman, making her wait at the
edge of the bed.
Seeking out her husband, Bob slipped his consciousness into the
man. He suppressed the other man's self into a sleep. Bob looked
at his new hands, rough and callused from physical labor.
He saw he was in the man's workshop, and had been running a lathe.
He cut the power to the device. It took a little searching in the
man's head to sort out the layout of the house. In short order he
was at the door to the bedroom.
Before him, sat his lovely wife. Whoooops! Boy, did the native
mind's thoughts crept up on him. Bob sat beside her inside this
other body, turning her towards him for a light lip brushing kiss.
She dropped her eyes.
"Oh honey, it's the middle of the day..." Bob tickled the nerves
to send signals of mild arousal through her back, legs, arms and
neck.
"I'll try to make it as though we've never touched before..." he
whispered into an ear he had lifted a wisp of hair away from.
She silently acquiesced to his advances.
Kicking his shoes off, he laid her back over the freshly made bed.
She set her arms above her head and allowed him to sink his tongue
into her mouth. Their tongues wrestled. Occasionally, he sucked
one, then the other lip between his own, striving to created the
physical sensations he could feel she craved. With fingertips
afire, he traced the muscles of her neck. He followed the same path
afterwards with the tip of his, er, her husband's, tongue.
After a moments pause to contemplate her engrossed expression, he
carefully unbuttoned the first of her blouse's buttons. The skin
exposed by this was treated to a gentle nibbling by his lips.
Tactile sensations flooded outward from each spot he touched. He
could feel the surge of excitement radiating within his own, er
the other man's, body as well. Another button, another
worshipful engagement of skin. He undid the third button,
exposing the clasp of her bra. As he finished the skin to skin
communication this time, he undid the bra's clasp, but stayed
his hand from curling back the clothe.
By now she was squirming with luxurious joy. It was quiet, she,
unlike his other recent conquests, was remarkably silent in her
repose. When he pulled back the sides of her blouse, she began
to pull it off herself, but he stopped her. She allowed him to
roll her sleeves down from the shoulders one at a time, and as
he did, his lips and tongue came to explore the newly exposed
skin. She finally release a single low moan.
Bob reached across with a sliver of thought an magnified the
sensation for her. He could see within her that she no longer had
any control over her responsiveness.
Speeding the process a bit, he pulled her shorts away, leaving her
clad now only in a partially opened bra, and her panties. Edging a
hand down into the back of her panties, he brushed the backs of
her cheeks. They clenched together under his hand beginning a hip
motion of incredible delight to Bob.
The nameless woman before him watched his own motions as he
stripped himself of the clothes he'd worn into the room. Moving on
her own, she cupped his erect cock, a fairly normal size, in her
hands and performed some of her own worshipful contact touches. He
lay on his back and she began to trace her tongue all over him,
with sensual little nips at his nipples.
She tossed the now useless bra aside and putting her two slender
legs together, she slid the panties off over her knees, ankles,
then toes. He could see the panties were drenched. Undressed, the
view of her was glorious. Her pussy hair was short and curly,
forming a vase shape over her crotch. Her tits were little more
than an handful, with erect pointing nipples begging for
attention.
He reached out to caress them. She slipped her lips over his
prick.
The tongue gently tickling the head of his prick, she took little
nips at the skin along the length. He was surprised how agile she
was at this. Then she vacuumed the entire length right down into
her throat! He strained not to come yet. She began to turn this
into a serious problem, diving up and down a few times, pausing,
then repeating the performance.
On one of her thrusts, with penis lodged deeply in her throat, he
loosed a torrent of come. He could make out the swallowing muscles
on the side of her neck.
She sat up and smiled, licking any remaining drops from her lips.
There was a self satisfied, somewhat superior look on her face.
Not to be completely outdone, he turned her on her back and lifted
her hips. He started nibbling at her thighs, creamy soft on the
surface, strong and well exercised thighs. Working his tongue
amongst the folds of skin between her legs, he rapidly found the
little boat her slit enfolded into. There at the apex, was the knob
of flesh he was seeking. Bob added a little stimulus to the already
twitching nerves, a surge of pleasant symbols tickling in amongst
the others her body already was producing.
Holding her hips up, he worked around so his host's balls hung
over her face, her knees resting on his shoulders. This exposed
her ass to penetration by his fingers. Feeling the apprehension
at her ass being invaded, he found the symbols in the nerve
stream were countering the gentle brushes his fingertips were
making. He eased the pain symbols out of the stream, and
suddenly the arousal increased accordingly.
With the backdoor open to his gentle touch, he lubricated his
fingers in her cunt to a growing stream of quiet suppressed moans.
He continued to lick the lips of her cunt, but began sliding first
one, then two, then three fingers in passed her sphincter.
To his delight she was trying to press the fingers in deeper. By
now she had found his cock hanging before her face enticing. He
was being sucked, nibbled and licked back to stiffness.
Finally, hard again, he stood on the bed. Continuing to hold her
hips up off the bed, he entered the darkest cavern she held. He
pressed his hosts cock into her anus until his balls rested,
nestled between her ass cheeks. She, lost in her new sensations,
went into overdrive.
She pummeled her ass against him, seething with desire to suck
the rest of him into her rectum. He reached down and began to
brutalize her nipples, now raging with a sensitivity to the
surge of pain/pleasure that drove through her tits to her
throat.
"Gaaaaaawwwddddaammmnnniitt!" she burst out from her throat with
all the pent up lust contained in their actions. "FUGMEEEEE!" as
she worked through the wild thrashing and to her climax.
He pulled out of her ass and entered her now steaming pussy. Wet
and surging, her muscles squeezed the invading prick, causing
another spreading ejaculation. He was able to unleash another
flood, enough so that the new made bed would require changing
again.
"unnnghh..." he muttered. Looking at the doll like woman before him,
he saw she was wasted from her exertion.
"You never made love to my ass before, sweetheart." she whispered in
oblivion.
"I told you it would be as though we'd never touched before..." He
let the man, his host, collapse. He planted a memory of this
pleasant experience behind and looked up at the shower curtain.
Oddly, his own body felt alien to him on returning.
This time Bob hadn't messed himself. He was completely thrilled at
the remote control sex he'd orchestrated. He felt refreshed from the
experience, not burnt out. And Betty was still working away
downstairs, none the wiser...
=====
They'd ended up at an Italian restaurant. It was a well hidden place
named Lorenzo's. The checkered tablecloths covered small tables
crowded together in such a way as to prevent two people from sitting
back to back.
He ordered the Fettucini, she ordered Linguini in Clam Sauce. While
they waited for dinner, the waiter had left bread sticks for them.
He wasn't feeling very talkative, so Betty had let him be so far.
He watched with interest as she picked up her bread stick, slipped
it into her mouth and pulled the little seeds off by pulling the
stick out of her mouth. She had to repeat this several times to get
all the seeds off. Then she'd turn it around and work on the other
end.
When she found several seeds remained, he found, she began to use
her little pink tongue to wet them down so they'd pop loose.
The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and
out of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch
of his pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.
She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing
her eyes, and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found
he could spot her teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue
when she did this. It infuriated him to know she insisted on
waiting until they got married to share any real intimacy.
He wondered if she knew about the little turn on motions she
made, or if it was all just a part of her mannerism.
And wondering was the same as acting, for in an instant he had a
thread into her mind.
She was considering the wisdom of having expresso after the meal.
She knew it would keep her up most of the night, but she liked
the strong coffee flavor after pasta. She could tell Bob was
tense, but why, she asked herself.
He had been fine around the house, she thought he was developing
some real talents for property upkeep. In fact when she'd gotten
to his house this morning, the kitchen was spotless. She could
almost believe he'd spent much of the evening cleaning last
night.
She enjoyed having him treat her well. This dinner was
excellent, although she really should have insisted on the Thai
cuisine she was more interested in tonight. He hadn't quite
allowed her to manipulate the decision as smoothly as usual.
Somehow she miscalculated his willingness to yield to her wants
and was surprised when he hadn't given in when she agreed to
Italian. The ploy had always worked before.
She would make him take her to a movie. This would help both of
them, she decided. He'd lose the tension he was displaying with a
nice dramatic romance movie, she was sure. The care and feeding
of Bob, she thought, I'm becoming the expert.
Annoyed, Bob withdrew the thread. He should have realized there
was no conscious effort to be sexy, seductive or mildly enticing
on her part. She was above such things in her own mind. A touch
manipulative, but she wasn't aware of those little sex cues she
sent out in body language.
Maybe he should re-evaluate the relationship with her... no, he
should just modify it a bit. He grinned.
Betty took this as a sign he was perking up. There was no way for
her to know how this would change her life...
====
They were at the movie. It was some poor excuse for an artsy
dramatic romance. He was bored.
If only the flick had a touch of humor, rather than drowsy
monotone conversations, he might enjoy it. He liked romance, even
tear jerkers, but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing
worse would be watching nothing but TV commercials for two hours
running.
So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to
explore.
A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost
escaped his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he
saw the symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of
thought energy. But Bob couldn't sense any symbols within the
path, rather maybe he could. It looked like a simple imperative
demand for a subconscious response, a sort of feedback ping.
Watching it closely, Bob concluded it was traversing a circle, not
unlike a radar. He traced back towards its source, but the closer
his own probe reached for the source, the harder it was to dodge
away so the beam missed him.
A quick jab at the heart of the beacon gave him a view of three
men sitting with a stack of electronic gear. He pulled back just
in time not to come in contact with the beacon... Could these be
the 'hunters' from yesterday's encounter?
He jabbed out and back again, trying to pull an impression from
one of the men. He no sooner established contact than it was over.
There wasn't any way to learn from this without being trapped in
the mysterious beacon. Where were these guys at least?
Then the beam stopped sweeping. He could sense they had locked
onto something. He pushed in again to see what he'd found. Tapping
into the senses of one of the men he found himself looking on
as another pulled a wirelike helmet over his head.
"Probably another guy, figured out he was telepathic, screwing
anything in skirts he can find." he heard a voice.
"That or some jerk, just taking things away from other people.
They get that way when they figure out no one can stop them.
Usually, the property branch can pick them up just by following
the weird police reports. You know, 'I lost my car- I gave it
away, but I don't know how or why', some Sparks got no
imagination."
"Yeah, but it can go for months without one of the creeps popping up."
"The naturals are rare, ya know. You ain't gonna find large numbers of
them."
Bob realized the man he had probed was a trainee and the explanations
were for his benefit, so to speak. Two great coincidental events!, the
telepath popping up just now, and a newly indoctrinated trainee to delve
for info.
He dug in for information from this man. These were the 'hunters', he
was sure. They were trying to find telepaths. No big surprise so far.
They worked for some kind of super secret research project. It was
vague,
vaporous even, the mystery source of funds and the authority
behind the project.
"My god!, its a woman!" One of the hunters exclaimed. "There
aren't many of them at the institute. The White Coats always
wants another to study, we may get a bonus!"
Suddenly interested, Bob determined this woman was one telepath
that would slip free of their net. First, with speed he didn't
know he could muster, he traced down their scanning beam, finding
the woman.
{Flee, conceal your talent!} he sent.
{Who} she radiated {where are you?}
{hunters follow} he threw out cryptically {they'll catch you.} He
pulled her home address from her mind before slipping back to the
hunters.
He quickly realized he'd made some kind of error, there were all
kinds of alarms going off. The trainee was fumbling with a small
electronic device, trying to get it over his right ear.
"hurry, we can't let her know anymore than she already does!"
The other man was helping the trainee. Suddenly, there was no
one there for him to read. Three lumps of emptiness he could
feel but couldn't penetrate had taken the place of the hunters
he'd been watching.
Allowing himself to snap free, he found his constructed defense
personality had escorted Betty back to the car. My, he thought,
it's nice to be able to do two things at once.
====
Back at the house, he invited her in for a cup of Java. It was
rare for him to do this, but not unusual. He knew she'd insist
on tea though.
"Oh Bob, I'd love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee.
It is so much better for you at the end of the day."
She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving
with a grace he'd admired before, but now he knew for certain
how unconscious it was on her part.
He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled
into his favorite chair to wait Betty's return. Tonight he was
determined to have his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into
Betty, the first he'd ever made to Betty, that it would be a
nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That he'd be more
malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him. He
could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding
before it despite counter arguments from within her psyche.
Egocentric little bitch, he reflected.
She came out of the kitchen with two mugs.
"Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don't start a habit of
drinking this stuff at bed time, I won't stand for it!" She
announced, presenting herself as the authoritative decision maker.
It was time for this to change, he decided. He made a small
adjustment, a little series of symbols to magnify the importance of
his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he added a little program
to make her question her own decisions whenever they affected other
people.
"Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the
evening. Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts."
"Yes, yes. I suppose you're right." She confirmed smiling at him as
though her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about
six or seven feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her
tea, sipping it reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with
the angle exposed to him, he could make out the lines of her muscles
and the supple skin from her hair line to her shoulders. Her hair,
draped as it was across her shoulder, reached to her lap.
He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how
self centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little
nymphomaniac and set her loose in a football team locker, but no...
Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor.
Startled, a bit, she looked up at him.
"Yes?" she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under
discussion.
"Shhhh," he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first,
almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less
reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but
didn't make any motion towards improving the embrace.
Leaning his forehead against hers, "come on Betty, open up a
little bit, enjoy some tenderness."
"Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can just
forget it right now!"
He teased the nerves of her pussy and clitoris a touch. From
below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire
up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words,
and another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat
herself from some unconscious source.
"Relax a bit Betty." he commanded twice, with his voice and also
with the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased
back, emotionally.
He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face
gently to his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from
within himself. She reluctantly cooperated, but didn't display
the same passion.
He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind.
Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he
found the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman
was shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to
sex, the terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He
recognized the little girl as Betty. Who was the woman though?
she only bore a superficial resemblance to Betty.
He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly
receiving a continuous lecture.
{who is that?} he whispered to her.
{That's mama, she knows everything.} replied the child
worshipfully.
{Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to
the first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self
righteous behavior, failure to live your own life, trying to run
the lives of others. He grinned. It might not be consistent to
apply this debate to him, but it might diffuse this fear Betty
had of sex.
He hoped.
Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering
women began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade
into a more mature image, more like the grown woman he knew.
He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body
was beginning to respond to the lusty necking session.
It was time to take the next step.
He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and
neck with little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed
out behind her head. He brought a hand along the expanse of her
shoulders, and drew it down towards her breast.
"Please, Bob, don't" she whispered, following with a slight whimper
as his palm drew over the nipple. "oh!"
He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck
with his lips while he teased her breast with the most
whispered touches.
"oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn't. I can't, aaah, oh no."
"You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to
yield to than me." He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment.
Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her
head away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose.
He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still
massaging over the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become
erect. Taking the tip between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled
the nipple tighter.
"Ooooh Bob." Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She
let out another reluctant moan.
He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms
over his shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into
his armpit.
"No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can't do this."
He ignored her plea.
He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked
away as he stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he
flicked his tongue around her nipples.
She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants
and drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill
from admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval
providing a teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed
appendages. She whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what
to expect.
He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked
woman. She didn't exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated
the exploration of her lips an mouth, but she wasn't
enthusiastically joining in either.
Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy
aside, pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few
affirmative actions on her own. Her hands started to trace across
his chest, exploring the handful of curly black hairs, discovering
the shapes of his nipples.
He reached for her crotch, finding her panties were still in
place. They were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places
near the elastic. He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them
away, eliciting a startled gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his
hand down between her legs and cupped her womanhood.
"Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn't, Bob" she was muttering, barely
comprehensible.
She wasn't aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she
resisted further, he had determined what he'd adjust, and how, to
enforce her cooperation. This didn't prove necessary, however, and
she plastered her body against him, plunging her tongue into his
mouth.
Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a
wicked, possessive look.
"Want it, or not, Betty, I'm taking you tonight. You will be my
property from now on." she pouted at his pronouncement, "You will
remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave."
"But," and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting
against his fingers, "ooooh Bob!" He could feel the wave of lust
washing her insides, and along with it a sense of shame over her
lost control.
Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a
condom. He'd gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she
wouldn't be on the pill, but he wasn't going to let her
escape his penetration tonight.
"Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you
wouldn't want to make any mistakes." She watched as he rolled the
latex mitten over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as
he did. He was uncertain if she was worried about his entry or
getting it right later.
"Oh Bob, your thing is so big." Her eyes were open as wide as he'd
ever seen them.
"Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool,
or... Well, Don't call it a thing, not ever again."
"Oh!" her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice.
"Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in
between."
She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to
see what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips
of her cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed
surprise and pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips
seemed to try to reach for him. He started to push into her
recessed opening.
"Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh." He paused a moment, to let her
speak.
"You see, Bob, I've never, I mean, you know."
He smiled, "I already know you're a virgin, Betty." Her eyes
showed he'd understood, and she nodding affirmatively. Then he
inched his way in, pressed against an obstruction he'd never
encountered before in sex. She was his first virgin, although he
was determined she would be only his first. She squealed in
sharp pain as the hymen snapped.
After a few more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again.
"ooooh, Bob!" was followed by incoherent moaning and an
occasional whimper. He took his own time, because he liked
watching the series of pleasure/pain faces she was making.
<gggnnnnh!> she was heaving herself against his penis,
attempting to drive him deeper. She suddenly went wild, lunging
her hips, thrashing her head from side to side until the long
dark hair he admired covered her face.
His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he pulsed
as the tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock. She
screamed with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own.
Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came down
from it quickly enough, still panting from the physical release.
He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he got
up to dispose of the cum filled condom.
"On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for the
pill so we can do this any time." he announced. She simply nodded,
and curled up in pleasant repose.
====
He had gone to the bathroom. She was grinning at him when he
returned.
"I made that pretty difficult to get to, didn't I." she was
trying to reestablish some kind of control. He could tell, and
wasn't having any.
"As I said earlier, you are now my chattel. My personal
property. Do you know what I meant?"
"Not entirely, but I'll be your property if you'll be mine," she
offered, trying to entice him to relinquish some of his control.
If she'd made an offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be
making wedding plans with her right now. She was still
egocentric, and he had already laid the program in place for
her change in attitude.
"No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My
property to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly
making me listen to you whimper that we shouldn't screw. Now I
think you need to be punished."
"But," and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal
questioning of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at
the behavior she still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better
to punish her for enjoying sex than Bob. "ohhh!"
"Why don't you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and get
the blood you dripped off?"
"But Bob, it's midnight!, I've got to get home or I won't get any
sleep!"
"You're staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and eggs,
say an omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower."
His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently felt his
assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass she
could carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs.
He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap while she
worked.
====
Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness.
She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the edge of
the bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn't planted
intentionally. She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking
inside her the source of this obsession led him back to the source
of resistance he'd dissolve earlier.
Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl, there
was now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty who
was virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her
she was his property, she had to do as he said.
He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought,
interesting that she needs an internal governor to keep her
content. Now that she's rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she'd
selected him instead. Good
enough for now.
"Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now." She nodded
and slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare little
tush against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle
her, cupping one of her tits in his hand.
Shortly, he slept again.
====
He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn't seem to want
to move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled as
his eyes connected with hers.
"Good morning." she whispered, as though the neighbors might hear.
Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy with
each other to care if she stayed overnight.
"Mmmm, yeah." He untangled himself from her and looked at the
clock. "Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the
way you are."
Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again.
"Right away!" she zipped out of the room.
Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water's
warmth. He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and
dressed. When he got downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked,
to get the table set, make the omelet and bacon he'd ordered
last night, and clean some of the associated mess in the
kitchen. Good girl, he thought.
"May I get dressed now, Bob?" she inquired. Her dark hair was
tickling the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped
down the front, it almost slipped into her delectable little
pussy.
"Ah, no, I'm enjoying the view." he muttered, wondering if he could
hold his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at the
other plate she'd put out.
He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat. She
waited with her hands in her lap.
"You may eat too, I wouldn't want you to go hungry." She gave a
wanton look at him and began to dig in.
"Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in
here. And I don't want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too
much space, so check with me if you've any doubt what can stay."
"Oh, really!, I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!" She
was now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every
glimpse of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth.
"And you'll help Randi move in too." he added. The seemed to shake
her like a thunderbolt!
"Who?"
"Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think she
likes girls a bit."
Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying to
cope with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the
advances of a predatory lesbian!
"She's very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along
famously." He added, watching her struggle with his
evidently superior opinion against her childhood trained
fears. He threw in something else to get her mind on
something else, "I'd like you to try harder to wear sexier
outfits around the house too."
"Okay Bob, if you'd like that, I'll see what I can do."
Soon he'd finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched
her clean the plate before her.
"Since you are being so helpful this morning, you'd better take
care of another little detail right now."
"Oh, what...?" she looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him.
She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing
although, he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect.
She stepped to him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
"Kneel down." still puzzled she did, "now you are going to blow
me."
Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was about
to throw her to wild tigers. He grinned.
"You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why
don't you tell me what scares you about going down on me."
"I, I just couldn't take your th.., cock in my mouth! Its
dirty! and, er, disgusting..." He eased each of her fears
aside within her, as she mentioned them. Taking control of her
volitional muscles he began bringing her lips to his prick. He
pushed the control to the point her lips opened and that
favorite little pink tongue he liked to watch snaked out and
slid across the head of his organ. Gawd, that felt good.
"I, <gulp>, can't do this. It, <slurp> its vulgar!" She said
between licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair
in his fist, holding it so she couldn't move away. Not that
this was necessary, but it felt so good to hold while he
fucked her tender face.
"You'll do it, and probably find you like it." a fact he was
sure of, although he didn't enforce this enjoyment on her part
yet. "Open up a bit."
Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between both
sets of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this
demanding method of entry to her body, but she was showing
determination to please Bob.
"Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to
the idea that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want.
Agreed?" He pulled out to let her speak.
"Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place." She dove into her new
task with energy, if not experience. He relented a little,
opening the paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment
while blowing him. She became more enthusiastic, almost
immediately. She found any loose edge or surface on his prick
to reach her tongue around. He started pulling her head
towards him, starting her retching from the autonomic response
of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to recover. While she
did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his cock, she
got the idea quickly and massaged it until she could get her
lips back in place around her new project. He thrust towards
the back of her throat and allowed his orgasm to build.
"I'mmm commming," he admitted as he pushed towards the back of
her mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from
his penis to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed.
Pulling back, while he was still coming, some of his come
splattered over her face.
He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz.
She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She
looked quizzically at him.
"You will clean up after breakfast without removing the semen
from your face. This will serve to remind you who you belong
to. Then you may take a shower and dress. Get to work."
"Yes Bob." she responded.
"One more thing."
"Yes?"
"When we are alone or with my other sex toys, you will address
me as 'master'." She looked down, as though this was another
slap in the face. But he could feel the humiliation bringing
heat to her loins. It would wait, just as he'd waited months
before taking her.
"Yes master." was the simple reply.
He zipped up his pants.
====
"Hello?" came the woman's voice on the phone.
"Randi, this is Bob."
"Yes, Bo..., er master?"
"I want you to start the process to move in here, you will find
Betty here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house
key." "Oh yes!, I mean, yes master!" She'd certainly turned, he
thought. "One other thing. You don't touch her. Do you hear me?"
"Yes master."
"She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do, at
least for now, do you understand?"
"Um, yes master."
"Bye." Click.
====
About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get
here, thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she
hadn't stepped out to get anything.
At the door was a tall woman, about 5'11" wearing a dress suit
in gray. She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had
been shaved off and had just grown back in enough to look
presentable. She was slender, very busty, and had attractive
ankles showing above the flats she was wearing.
"Hello." she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor
perhaps.
"How may I help you?" he asked. The temptation to reach out and
probe this stranger was strong, but he resisted.
"May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have
searchers anywhere."
"The what?" He replied, stunned by the implication that she had
found him, rather than the other way around.
"At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?"
She waved her hand inwards.
Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home,
wondering what her story was.
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