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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 part6
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_Chapter & Worse_ (The_Book_pt6)
The airport was crowded. He'd chosen to fly at rush hour, with
all the business travelers.
This trip was the first he'd made in some time. His investments
were beginning to pay off well. The money wasn't exactly piling
up, but he was doing well enough.
This trip would take him to New York. He planned to find some
one to handle his investments closer to the markets. No big
deal, and he'd be back tomorrow.
He walked through the security scanner on the way to the gate
and almost froze in his tracks. By sheer force of will he kept
moving.
A probe had slid over his camouflage persona, the construct he
displayed above his thought shield. The Institute? Maybe. If
he stalled now, they'd figure it out for sure.
He walked on to his plane, taking his seat, in coach, along with
all the other passengers.
====
The 'hunters' sniffed a scent on the wind.
"William" said the man with the carrot red hair.
"What is it?"
"Lookee here. The system made a little hiccup. If the guy
going by was one of the sensitives it should wail, instead I
got this funny flutter."
William looked at readings charted on the sheet of paper.
Nothing was out of the ordinary except a sudden twitch on an
emissions gauge. He looked at the power monitor, lifted the
automatic logging sheet. "Here's the problem, Red, power hit
must've gotten by the filters." "Hmmm, probably right."
"Happens, ya know."
They went back to reading newspapers.
Bob's picture remained imposed in black and white on the
roll of paper with all the scan data. As the paper rolled
along for other scan jobs, it folded neatly into a box by
the machinery.
====
Bob's relief was immense as the aircraft settled into the
clouds. Certainly they wouldn't let the plane leave if they
knew he was one of their 'sparks'.
He did a quick snoop on the other passengers.
The cabin was filled with tired, somewhat restless travelers.
They either wanted to get home, or to their hotels at their
destinations. None of them seemed too anxious about the
flight.
Bob settled in himself. Napping cut the trip time for him.
====
Arrival. Next time he'd spring for a limo.
He shared a cramped cab from Laguardia with 3 other people.
Not fun, he decided. Well, not entirely fun. There was a
very attractive, lithe little blonde going to mid-town with
him.
The blonde was willing to talk to him. Her name was Andy, she
told him. They arranged to meet at a restaurant she called
'Possible 20' somewhere in the area of his hotel for a late
dinner. He used skill of conversation in the cab, not the
talent for control.
He checked into the hotel, depositing his clothing in the room
by hanging the garment bag in the closet. He planned to meet
Andy at 8:00 but it was almost that now.
Fortunately, the taxi driver knew exactly where the restaurant
was. He walked in only ten minutes late.
He didn't see her in the front room, but in the rear section
of the place she waved and smiled from a table under a picture
of Groucho Marx. The decor's theme was theater and movies.
There were men and women in suits as well as jeans, an
interesting mix.
He smiled and walked over to join her, sitting under Groucho's
cigar. "Hello again."
"You may as well sit. I ordered coffee for both of us."
As he sat, he opened the menu before him. The fare was as mixed
as the fashion sense of the customers. He was pleased at the
choices.
"Sorry I'm late, concierge slowed me down in the lobby of the
hotel. I've only been to New York once before, had a little
trouble getting everything straightened away."
"Its okay. The restaurant would be empty anyway. Curtain time
has the crowds under control at the moment. No one will be here
until after the last act."
"Huh?"
"Theater district is just a little downtown. The theater crowds
will be busy at the moment. This place draws some of the
theater goers." "Oh. I see. The theaters have that much effect
on the crowds?"
"In the evening, yes. Going to be in the City long?"
"Just tonight and tomorrow this trip."
"Oh dear. Well we wouldn't want you to leave thinking badly of
The City." The way she said 'The City', he knew she meant it to
be all caps. He'd met hard core New Yorkers before, but she was
a living example of New York City as center of universe
thinking.
He ordered skins, potato skins, the meal on the plane had
somehow irritated his stomach. She had some kind of sandwich,
he didn't pay attention to what.
She'd changed from the outfit she wore in the cab. She now
wore a dark sports jacket with elbow patches over a fluffy
white blouse, slim jeans, and flats. Her hair was a bouncy
shoulder length, almost golden blonde. Her face had high
cheeks, a perpetual smile and almost laughing eyes. He admired
her thin tender looking ears as well.
They lost themselves in discussions of international politics
for a time. Was the economic future of the country dependent
on finding an accommodation with Japan, were the Germans really
getting their house in order, more trivia of interest. She
proved better read on many topics than he, often bringing in
some little piece of information or another he'd overlooked
lately.
"What do you do?" she finally asked.
"I manage my investments."
"Oh? you a broker?"
"No, just found a way to stop working for other people and
manage a portfolio instead. Got lucky I guess. What about
you?"
"Oh, I do a little of this, a little of that. I've been working
through temp agencies for some time. Right now I'm running a
real small business's accounting department."
"Good deal, I guess, if you can find something like that. How
come you were at the airport then?"
"Went to visit my sister in KayCee."
It took a minute, but he realized she meant Kansas City.
He paid for dinner. Anyone working through temp agencies, he
figured, wouldn't mind dinner on him. He was right, she seemed
grateful he had picked up the tab.
They walked down Broadway. She led him through Times Square,
past the hordes of beggars, street vendors, and musicians with
hats or tins out. At one point, the break dancers had taken over
the entire sidewalk.
They walked around through street traffic. There seemed to be a
flow of people through the busy, yet sporadic flow of cars and
busses.
They strolled south for some time. Andy called the direction
downtown. She pointed out some of the better known buildings.
They slipped over to the library, she tried but failed to
remember the names of the Lions.
He laughed at this and told her their names. He stole into her
thoughts to pull the information out. For all he knew, she
wasn't right either, but she thought he was.
She pointed out a building south of the Library. It had a gold
colored top. The lights shone brightly, accenting the gold top.
She informed him solemnly this was the American Standards
building. She laughed because he remained mystified.
"It's the company that make toilets, silly. Think of all the
crappers it took to build the thing." She continued to laugh.
He smiled.
"Sir Thomas would be proud."
"Sir who?" she said.
"Sir Thomas, Sir Thomas Crapper, the inventor of the flush
toilet as we know it. Was knighted for his effort."
"Really?"
"Really."
Her laughter was contagious.
=====
They had gotten back to his hotel. It was about 11:30. He was
amazed a city could be so busy, even late at night.
Andy was going to say good-bye at the door to the hotel, but he
talked her into seeing him to his room. Sensing what he could
say helped. She had been holding his hand now for some time,
quite content with his company.
At the door, he kissed her. She seemed to like it. A second,
somewhat sloppier kiss followed. Her tongue joined in the act.
"Isn't this just a little fast?" she ducked her head down so he
couldn't continue. He felt uncertainty within her, an interest
in going on, but reluctantly.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Whether we both want to or not." With his left hand he lifted
her chin, with his right he opened the door. She followed his
kiss into the hotel room.
"I, uh, don't think this is such a good idea."
Bob pulled her to him, and plunged his tongue into her mouth.
She tasted delicious. Her eyes closed in rapture each time his
lips locked against hers. She relished each kiss as though it
was the first she'd ever had.
His hands held her arms at the shoulders, holding her tightly to
him. He used the grip to turn her enough to allow him to suck
gently at her neck.
He could sense a decision inside her being reached, whether to
stay; spending the night, or go; in hopes he'd come see her
again. He let her work on the thought while he worked on the
soft skin of her neck.
"I'll stay," she whispered, "but I don't know if I'll regret
this in the morning."
"I hadn't asked you."
"You would have," she started to nibble at his neck and chin.
He kicked off his shoes. She dropped the sports jacket and
stepped out of her flats. Taking her hand he led her to the
bed. She looked at it briefly, shuddered a moment. Determined,
she sat at the edge and raised her arms to entice him to her.
He entered her arms, and pulled her to him as he rolled to a
prone position. She grinned above him, diving the six inches to
his face to kiss him then pulling back. She teased him this way
for a few minutes.
He reached a hand behind her neck and held her to a passionate
kiss, tongues in collision. Her eyes remained enticingly closed
during every meeting of their lips. Her hand drifted to his
hardening prick.
"Oh my, did I do that?"
"As if you didn't already know."
"Can I have it for my very own?"
"We can let you test drive it..."
She began unwrapping the prize she sought. First his belt, then
the button on his trousers, and the zipper made a resounding
'ZZZippp!' as she pulled it down. They both giggled.
As she pulled the elastic of his underwear over the stiff
member, it popped to immediate attention. With a victorious
smile, she performed a mock salute to the little soldier.
"Remain at attention!" she said.
He laughed at her playful attack. She plunged her mouth over
the tip, soaking him between her warm wet lips. Her hair shook
lightly at the motions she made.
He watched the twinkle in her eyes grow as she licked and
nibbled the length of his cock, between her attempts to bring
the head into her throat. The tingle he was beginning to feel
improved as she grasped the base of his prick with one of her
soft warm hands. She squeezed it and pumped whenever her head
wasn't seeking to engulf its length.
He couldn't help thrusting into her face, every time she sucked
him in. The pink tongue sometimes showed around the edges of
his cock as she sucked. He struggled to avoid pulling her head
to force himself deeper into the orifice he was fucking.
She watched his face as she sucked. Her activity became more
enthusiastic as she saw him more frenzied. The pressure rose in
his groin. He felt fluids starting to travel.
"I'm coming Andy. I'm coming."
"MMPPPH!" She plunged his cock deeply into her mouth, driving
him past her rear teeth, and at last, into her throat. He felt
her rear teeth rubbing sharply against the body of his penis.
She kept this deep throat action going while his groin muscles
mechanically pumped a volume of come into her. She held him in
her throat as long as she could hold her breath, lips and tongue
rubbing against the root and balls. She enjoyed his facial
expression during release.
Then she sat back. He rolled on his side in contentment.
"Good." she said.
"Good what?"
"Now when I get you hard again, you'll last longer."
He laughed again. She'd entered into the fun, having made her
decision.
"You needn't have worried. That's the one muscle I have with
endurance to spare."
It was her turn to laugh. She peeled away her blouse, leaving
her breasts bound in their double barrel slingshot. Then she
dropped her jeans, revealing a lacy pair of panties. She left
these on and began unbuttoning Bob's shirt. After pulling his
pants off, she made him shed the remains of his shirt.
"I'm gonna leave these on just to give you some continued
interest," she waved at the underwear she wore. Her tits
seemed to fill the bra quite nicely, and a hint of the dark
patch of pubic hair was visible around the edges of her
panties.
Her body slipped up against Bob's naked skin. She felt smooth
and silky as she rubbed her legs against his. He began to caress
her arms and shoulders as they once again began to neck. He
carefully traced lines across her back, following paths her
nervous system reacted to well.
She let out a sigh, enjoying the way he anticipated points on her
back she wanted touched. Enjoying her response, he began to
tease along her pleasantly round hips the same way.
"oooo, that's nice!" He liked the way her lips shaped the
sounds.
He sensed itching and tingling under the bra straps she wore.
So he reached around and hooked the eyelets free. The back
now loose, her flesh in the front still cupped in the bra, he
moved the straps to the sides. Then he scratched her back
along the places they had been binding her.
She tucked her head down against his chest and purred. She was
making a low rumbling and rolling 'rrr' noise until she slipped
her lips forward and began to suck at his nipple. Then the
sound came from her throat.
Not allowing her to resume control, he reached his hand down
between her panties and bottom. It was soft to the touch, and
he kneaded the cheeks gently. This also brought a sigh of joy
from Andy. She was writhing slowly against his leg, and he
pushed her ass to force her groin to grind harder. He could
feel the beginnings of rolling in her abdomen muscles from
excitement.
Her breath stepped up in speed. No, not yet gasping, but more
rhythmic, more lusty, more heat. She wasn't showing signs of
real exertion yet, no sweat, no hurrying.
He pushed her back and pulled the bra away from her chest. He
admired the flesh exposed by her further nudity. The breasts
themselves were much paler than the rest of her, almost an
alabaster white. At the apex were tiny red/brown nipples, but
oddly inverted. There were little puckers where the knobby tips
should be. He'd never seen nipples inverted before!
He sucked at one, the nipple popped out, remaining out while
erect. They both became hard quickly, slowly softening when he
paid more attention to the other. She didn't enjoy more brutal
treatment of her nipples, he could tell before she said so, but
her response to really hard sucking was enormous. So he sucked
her into his mouth and tickled the stiff ends with his tongue
tip.
She rewarded him by groaning and moaning, her hands and arms
wrapping themselves around his head as he suckled her tits.
She clutched him to her tightly as he attacked them, her head
craning backwards as she moaned out her happiness. His nose
and eyes pushed into the pale skin. Eventually she pushed him
back.
"Please, I want you now. I want to feel you inside me."
He helped her remove the panties, tossing them to the side.
She lifted her legs, but he pulled her up to a sitting
position.
"Get on top."
She squatted on her heels above his cock, guiding it into her.
He could feel her moisture as her cunt slid down over his pole.
Impaled, she knelt open mouthed above him. Her nipples remained
pointed out, sharp and beautiful. He began to sit up.
"What the...?"
"Bring your legs around behind me, sit on my lap."
She struggled to unbend her kneeling knees, letting him sit at
the edge of the bed, her body wrapped around his, with his cock
violating her deepest recesses.
"OOOOooooohhh," a moan escaped, not released, but forcefully
freed.
He lifted, then dropped her in his lap. She held onto him,
weaving her fingers together behind his neck. He had a good
view of his own manhood thrusting into her as she gasped and
moaned with pleasure.
His hands were locked under her buttocks, helping keep entry and
withdrawal motions going. She was moving well on her own now,
so he disengaged his hands. His right hand sought out the
meeting of their flesh at her hot wet cunt lips from the back.
He felt his prick sliding in and out as she moved above. Her
head was starting to whip back and forth, gaining intensity with
every plunging entry his cock made.
Tracing back up with his fingers, he felt her asshole. It was
making puckering and unpuckering motions along with the rest of
her.
She was working up to another plateau of pleasure. He could
sense a thrill within her as he tickled the ring of her anus.
Suddenly he invaded her anal orifice with his finger, driving it
in to the second knuckle.
"YESSSS!" she screamed out immediately. "YESS! YESS! YES!"
She was bucking madly, thrusting back, not only at his prick,
but against the intruding finger up her ass as well. She was
sweating now profusely. An orgasm which clutched at his prick
surged from her. He fucked her ass thoroughly with his finger
as she came.
"FUCK, FUCK ME!" came the cry as the tension in her muscles
tightened with cramp proportions. Then she came down a little.
He kept at her, tilting his head down at an angle to suck a
nipple, he continued to fuck her cunt, and her ass.
"NOT AGAIN! YES!" came a gleeful, and perhaps triumphant howl.
She swung her head wildly and let go another screaming orgasm.
He felt a surge of liquid fire rise within, so he let loose his
second orgasm for the night. The come flooded out the tip of
his cock, he could almost see the seed enter her. Some dripped
around the opening of the girl at the point their bodies were
joined.
She slowly went limp in his arms. Obviously glowing with a joy
of someone just fucked, she smiled radiantly at him.
They sat for a while, with him inside her. She was
overwhelmed with afterglow, for now.
====
"I've never seen inverted nipples before," he was playing with
the tips of her breasts. They looked like tiny belly buttons,
only a red brown color. She smiled at him as he got one to
pop up erect. "They've been there all my life."
"It must be unusual."
"I suppose, but not to me."
"Yup."
"You hit a real hot spot fingering my, um, bottom."
He looked at her, surprised.
"You've never had anyone, er, fondle your ass before?"
"My ass, yes, my asshole, no."
"You don't know what you're missing."
"I think you may be right, although."
"Although?"
"If you'd suggested it before our little dalliance, I would
never've gone to bed with you."
"Well, if I can get it up again," looking down at the semi-
stiff prick, "we can try a little back door delight. You want
to try?"
"Oh, but it might hurt."
"Nonsense, I brought some baby oil. We'll just get your tail
oiled up and you'll find it less difficult than you think."
"Um," she tossled his hair, and nibbled at his ear. She spent
a few minutes thinking it over, "okay, you can take my ass.
I'm game." "Ha! not yet I don't, recuperation takes more than
ten minutes." "You want my virginity, you better rise to the
occasion!"
"Oh, give me a break. I already came twice!"
She giggled, and sat up. A moment latter her lips were
actively attempting to resuscitate his flagging pecker. At his
present level of arousal, she easily fit his entire cock and
balls in her mouth. She worked her lips over the glans, around
the edges, tongued the under seam. He became stiff, one more
time.
"Now don't do too much, you don't want me to come before I enter
you."
She giggled and tried to smile at him while sucking with her
mouth and pumping with her hand. A few minutes later his rod
had achieved suitable stiffness.
"Get your shoulders on the mattress, and stick your butt in the
air."
She started to do so in the middle of the bed. He got the baby
oil. Opening it, he rubbed some on his prick.
"No, no. Get down here, the edge, yeah that's it, knees on the
edge of the bed." She moved again.
He took a handful of oil and rubbed it over her ass.
"Oh! That's cold!"
"Sorry, it'll warm up."
His hands on either cheek, he pried open her anus with his
thumbs one at a time, working the oil into her nether hole.
Then he moved his cock's head against the opening.
"OH!"
In it went, about an inch and a half. He paused, letting her
adjust to the plundering penis in her. Her eyes showed wide
open shock at the entry.
"I feel like I gotta go."
"It'll pass as I get in deeper."
"God, I feel so fucking full already." Her face was turned back
towards him over her left shoulder, pressed into the mattress.
Tears were forming in her eyes.
"Okay, I'll go in a little farther." so saying pushed another
inch in. "Ow! Oh! OH!"
"Want me to stop?"
"No! I mean, I think I'm gonna like this." She reached back to
pull her chalky white cheeks farther apart for him.
He pressed forward a little more, her sphincter looser now as
she relaxed and tried feeling the pleasant sensations. He
resolved to let her work it out, rather than adjust her senses
to accept it.
"Ahhh!" and she dropped into a continuous low moan.
Now he pressed all the way, so his balls teased her cunt and
his tummy rested against her spread cheeks. He waited a moment
for the muscles of her ass to adjust to his presence.
He began the motion to plunder this treasure. Out slowly, in
slowly, then faster, building a rhythm.
"Oh god, yes, that's so fucking good." her eyes shuttered from
arousal. A pink tongue slipped out of her mouth to apply
pressure to her lips.
He reached around and began to play with her clit. The oiled
fingers made the contact smoother and seemed to allow movement
with less irritation to her skin.
"YESS!" she hissed. Her own rhythm began to meld with his. If
anything, she was trying to slam her ass against him now. He
felt the grip of her ass muscles as she began to pulse with the
heat.
The hand that wasn't busy, his left, he reached for her left
tit. Finding the nipple he began rolling it between his thumb
and forefinger. In moments he had the tip out from it's hiding
place.
She moaned, raising her shoulders and tucking her head down
underneath.
He felt her reach orgasm. His own release came soon
afterwards, pouring semen into the darkness of her ass. She
was screaming, he was lunging, they both collapse, with his
cock still up her ass.
"God, that was..." she trailed
"Yes?"
"Different," she looked at him lustily, perhaps divining
emotions to go along with her physical pleasure. "yes, it
was different. I'd never have done that without, well, I
guess you turn me on a lot."
"Well, I need a shower, wanna play?" He pulled out, with an
audible pop.
She pouted.
"I liked that in there."
"You can have it again, if you behave nicely." he whacked her
bottom playfully and headed to the bathroom, "but I need some
sleep tonight."
They showered together. She had fun soaping his crotch, he had
fun soaping hers. Her nipples popped up again under the
spraying water.
They slept.
====
In the morning, he took her again. He took her ass, if for no
other reason, she like it. He asked why. She said part of it
was the helplessness she felt with him pinning her on her face.
He laughed at this explanation, but he entered her rear
plumbing again, to her delight. If he could get it up again,
he was certain she'd demand another opportunity to enjoy the
new experience.
When she left, she insisted on getting a phone number from him.
Instead he got hers, and told her he would pay the fare for her
to visit him soon. Within a few weeks.
Then he left to pursue business opportunities.
And done with business, he picked up a package at a little
store in mid-town.
====
The plane was airborne. His trip successful at the 5th broker
he'd visited. He was pleased.
He called Andy to say good-bye, he'd promised to, after all.
But she was out, and her answering machine picked up. He left
a cute, but romantic enough message, saying he wanted her
again, er, to see her again.
Then he'd flagged down a hack. The cab ride was bumpy and
brutal. But he made it in time for his flight.
There was another probing of his mind at Laguardia, but he was
prepared. He obviously didn't trigger any alarms, but was very
nervous when his keys set off the metal detector.
The flight was nearly empty. Four other passengers, and as
many stewardesses. The airline couldn't be happy about it.
His frolic with Andy left him horny.
Part of the problem he had was related to his talent. He'd
only needed to use it to read her mind. She had reacted well,
mostly because he knew exactly what she'd wanted. But he found
arousal in using the talent as well.
The captain turned off the seat belt sign.
After glancing briefly at a magazine from the pocket before
him, he got up to wander to the head. When he came out, a
stewardess was working in the storage pantry at the back of the
plane.
Taking a quick look up the aisle, he saw they were pretty well
isolated.
She looked up at him and smiled. It was a typical "You're the
customer" smile, intended to be professional but not terribly
friendly.
She was well built. Her legs showed attractively below a short
skirt, part of the uniform. Her vest covered only part of a
starched white button down blouse, and a badge pinned to the
vest proclaimed her to be Robin. Robin had blue eyes, in
contrast to her brunette hair, held back on the sides with a
barrette. Her shape suggested some sweet curves, and her
backside was tight, at least as far as he could tell.
"Hello Robin."
"Can I help you sir?"
"As a matter of fact, yesss..." He slipped a feather light
tendril into her mind. She would now believe she was home with
her boyfriend. Bob, of course, would fill that roll.
"Hello darling." she reached her arms around his neck and
planting a loving kiss. He moved his hand up to her breast and
began feeling through the material.
"Oh sweetheart, not now. I just finished work."
Well. She had interesting evasions for her boyfriend when she
got home. He did what he'd avoided with Andy. He used the
talent to created arousal signals in her groin and tits.
"Well, maybe we could," she continued while caressing his
crotch, "I'll get the chains out. Do you want to be chained to
the bed or the floor?"
Whoops! This wasn't going to work for Bob! He did a search
through her mind, finding an old friendship she concealed from
her 'pet' boyfriend.
Now she saw him as some guy named George. George was the man
she'd grovel before, if he wanted. Apparently it never
actually came to that. But thinking she was with George got her
juices really running.
She immediately changed her own persona, draping herself against
him, reaching her hands up to run them through his hair. Her
voice dropped half an octave, and she spoke.
"Hi lover. Missed you. Where have you been?" Bob had to look
again to be certain the voice came from the same woman. He
pulled her face to his, driving his tongue between her lips.
He'd swear she had almost done a traditional swoon, dropping
her own muscle control to let him hold her up.
He led her aside to the little pantry nook and began necking
with her. While his lips pulled at her cherry tongue, he
reached out his probes to ensure none of the other passengers
or attendants would bother them.
She licked and chewed at his neck. He lifted her skirt and
pulled her panties to her knees. His hand felt the wetness
she'd developed after seeing George standing beside her. He
almost felt sorry for George, missing this fine moment with
her.
"Okay lover, turn around and bend down."
"Anything you say George."
She turned and jutted her tush up. Bob reached around her,
separated her blouse in the front, and was rewarded to find a
quick release front snap for her bra. Her ample bosom was
released and he felt the large hanging boobs, seeking the
nipples with his thumb and forefingers. She let loose a low
grunting moan.
After a few moments he undid his pants, allowing them to drop
to his knees. His stiff wang wagged between them and he guided
it, from behind, into the soaking wet tunnel she'd proffered.
He began to ram in and out of her and she made appropriate
gasping sounds, pleasing him. After a few minutes though he
pulled out again.
"Don't stop now, lover," she said. He grinned thinking of his
early morning exercise with Andy. He enjoyed her enthusiastic
sexual antics a lot. He spread Robin's cheeks and pressed the
tip of his prick against the rosette.
"NO!, oh please lover, anything, anything at all but that!" she
squealed in her original voice.
"Just hold still, you'll like it," to ensure this, Bob eased
her muscles with mild controls, and increased the pleasure
symbols her nervous system was carrying already. He pressed in
an inch. She was so tight, he feared he might not make it in.
"OH! OH! NO! MY GOD! DON'T!" she continued, but her butt wiggled
a little from stimulation, rather than pain. "YOU CAN'T FIT
THERE!"
He pressed in farther. He also raised the still mild stimulus to
hot lust in her rectum. She pressed back against him hard. With
a quick thrust she was completely impaled. Her head shook, tears
running down her face. She also moaned excitedly.
He thought of Andy, while pumping into Robin. He reached around
and began to pinch her nipples. She snapped her head up, letting
out a sharp squeal of joy. Her head shook wildly in abandon.
She shoved down harder against his cock, but he started to come.
The burst of semen planted by his prick into her ass dribbled out
a little. He pulled out, while her asshole almost seemed to suck
the last drops from him. His cock was starting to go limp all
ready.
Using towels near at hand, he cleaned up some. She continued to
squirm, just shy of having come.
"Follow me." he said, pulling his pants up.
She followed him to his seat, empty seats to either side. He
moved over by the window and instructed her to sit beside.
Opening his pants again, he had her start to blow him.
He had another stewardess bring him something to drink. This
one, named Janet apparently, looked nothing like the Janet he
knew.
Her hair was long and black, her lips full and deep red. She
wore the same uniform Robin had on, showing slightly bow legs,
but attractively curved anyway. She stopped and stared at Robin
sucking his cock.
She had much smaller knockers. He had her show them to him.
The knobby little nipples were already excited. At his command
she began to pinch and play with them.
He knew he could make her forget all this. Instead, he had her
masturbate for him in the aisle. While she did this, he came
all over Robin's face.
He gave his little cocksucker a remote control orgasm, forcing
her to come immediately. He watched as she flopped to and fro
in her release. She smiled gleefully afterwards, obviously
thinking of George.
Then he released Robin to her job errands, causing her to
remember meeting with George, but forgetting just when.
Janet replaced Robin at his crotch.
For fun at the end of the flight he made all of the stewardesses
come, one by one, as he touched their lips with his forefinger.
They all lined up for him as he left. It was a rousing display,
not one of them able to remain standing. He had all the other
passengers applaud.
It had been a very pleasant flight.
Not surprisingly, he was the only passenger who remembered the
flight. The crew only remembered what he wanted them to, a
normal boring flight.
The little demonstration of deep control titilated and aroused
him. He realized he'd become addicted to the sexual utility of
the skill he'd suddenly developed.
He realized further how childish and reckless the little act on
the plane was. He started to worry if he was losing control of
himself.
A possibility which frightened him.
====
Bambi nee Kim sat on a bus. There were always interesting
people to read on a bus.
She had been fascinated by the other women in Bob's house,
amazed she was one of them and didn't resent it. She was
uncertain how she'd come around to view him as the center of
her universe, but well, there you are.
She retained most of her memories, but Harry had faded away into
oblivion. She hardly thought of him any more. When she did it
was a little like trying to remember a nightmare from last week.
If it wasn't recurring, it lost its potentcy.
She'd lost a lot of strong opinions too, along with the memory
of Harry. She no longer believed she had to be dressed in
tight concealing clothing in public. Harry seemed to like the
embarrassment it caused to make her wear sexy things outside
the house. Overcoming her fear of publicly wearing less
conservative clothing had been hard when she went to visit Bob.
She probed women far more often now. She'd learned a lot of
new things about dressing and make up. More importantly, she'd
learned, maybe relearned, she could earn a living herself.
She'd gotten a boost out of going back to work.
It hadn't lasted long, because Bob showed her she didn't need
to work. She had a talent now allowing her to make money in
supposedly speculative markets. A little research here, a
little there, and in almost no time, she had real estate she
could resell at a substantial profit!
Now and then she had an urge to take some guy. Just take him,
make him, and afterwards let him go with improvements.
Occasionally a sense of desire for punishment would seep up.
But then a little inner voice would calm her, telling her Harry
was dead, and not all men should be like Harry was.
She didn't really understand where this voice inside came from,
but she felt better afterwards. She knew Bob would take care
of her needs.
Today she'd read the thoughts of two old ladies. They'd just
played Bridge and were thinking about making a 'Grand Slam'.
Later she'd snooped on a teenage boy who was watching her. She
was tempted to fulfill his fantasy, but she really wanted Bob,
not some kid.
She planted a memory in the boy of having screwed her, with
details he'd never forget. He'd be happy when he got home.
Probably try to relive the experience with some other older
woman.
Now she snaked out thin tendrils to the people on the bus with
her. And stifled a gasp. A man behind her wasn't there! Well,
maybe he was, but there was no mind to examine.
The Institute was the only source of those mind shields! She
had to flee before he figured out she was one of their 'sparks'.
She didn't want to return to their labs.
At the next stop she got off. So did he. She tried wandering
into a few stores, but he was always outside when she stepped
back out to the street.
He knew. He didn't realize she knew about him. The thought
made her giddy.
So she slipped out the back of the next one.
She ran down the alley she found herself in. Finding a man
driving by in a sporty red convertible, she stopped him using
the talent and got in. She had him drive away quickly.
Within a few minutes she probed around her and no longer sensed
the deadness of mind shields. She sighed relief.
The man drove her home, her new home, and forgot all about it.
====
Bob came home without fanfare. Well, mostly anyway.
"Hello, missed ya," Betty stood up against his chest,
demanding a kiss. Like a little puppy who'd missed the
family. He gave her a small peck on her nose.
"Hi. Any calls?"
"Janet called, she says she's horny again and Ben isn't
cutting the mustard. Wants some 'special' treatment."
"Hmm, any others?"
"Yes, Fran checked in on schedule. I told her you wouldn't
need her this weekend. Is that all right?"
"Sure. You can fill in for her." Betty turned red, then
looked down at her toes tracing circles on the rug. She
decided it was a good idea anyway. Randi was starting to be
fun to be with.
"As you wish. And some woman named Mary called. Said you
knew her number."
"Very good." he rewarded her with a deep, loving kiss. Then he
carried the garment bag to his room.
====
"Hello Janet."
"Bob! I've missed you."
Well that would soon change, he thought. Ben didn't deserve the
problems with Janet coming over to Bob's so often. A friend was
important enough to help out. He carefully planted a little
program of symbols to arouse her intensely when with Ben.
If all worked out, her interest in him would begin to wane.
Problems with Ben were one thing he could avoid easily.
They had a quick, and somewhat disappointing fuck. Oh, she
enjoyed it, so did he, but he knew she'd begin to see him as a
great short term lover, not the one she really wanted. Oh,
they'd do it again. Bdoor we just
passed.
Bob had the man take the battery out of his mind shield. His
thoughts became much easier to read. Almost as lifted from
behind a thin panel of translucent glass.
He gave his escort an opportunity to stop for a cigarette. He
hated the smoke, but needed an excuse to have them pause. He
wanted to think, look for some means of complete escape.
There would be many more 'guards' around. He hadn't seen any
easy way out of the place yet.
====
The women on the bed were lying in each others arms. They
whispered sweet nothings to each other, like high school
lovers.
The observer pressed a button cutting off any other watchers.
He walked over to the bed. Unzipping his pants, he dropped them
beside the bed. He climbed up behind the red head. He grabbed
her ass and rolled her onto her back.
She squealed with surprise.
"What is it?" yelped her new lover.
"I don't know!" she shouted back, "I just flipped over, I don't
know why."
The man shoved his organ into her, slapping away her hands.
"What!" She felt something at her crotch, and she was unable to
close her legs. Her head flung itself back. She was startled
again by the fullness her cunt was experiencing.
"Yeah, oh yeah, you fucking bitch. You can take this. Take it
all." the man said. She heard nothing, feeling only a sudden
arousal from her crotch. He pumped away furiously, pinning her
arms now above her head. She couldn't resist, and her body
began to betray her. Her arms raised of their own accord above
her head, remained in place against her will.
She was certain she was pinned by an invisible force, and
worried she was being used by another telepath, the way she
used women herself. But her hips worked in motion, her breath
had become excited.
Jean sat mystified to the side, wondering if Heather was having
some sort of fit, and just how to help the woman she loved. She
enjoyed seeing Heather's sexual excitement, Heather had changed
her to like it herself.
Heather worked her head hard against the insides of one arm,
then the other. A moment later she had reached a sudden
unexpected height. She orgasmed with silent desperate groans.
Jean squealed with delight, as she'd been adjusted to do, at
Heather's sexual release. She bent over Heather's face to kiss
her for rewarding her with the pleasant performance. She
couldn't see the man either.
He could feel the cramped tightness of her vagina. It thrilled
him to know she not only couldn't stop him, but couldn't resist
pleasure during the rape.
He pounded madly, the heat rose within his balls. The pumping
muscles in his groin began to clutch to release the fluids. His
penis felt the flow in its entire length. He grunted with
satisfaction at planting his seed in the red furred slut.
He rolled from the woman, and slid off the bed.
He was pissed. The programming hadn't held well. She'd felt
quite a bit of the contact from him. This was not good, no, not
good at all. He tried to remember the name of the tech who did
the work. There would be punishment coming for the failure,
however small it was.
Dressed again, he left the room.
====
The woman on the other gurney had been named Miki.
They sat in the hall they first met in. Three of the guards and
the original escort for Bob's gurney were sitting together,
imagining a continuous came of poker in the corner. No cards
were in evidence, yet they kept dealing out the imaginary deck,
sometimes from the bottom.
He filled her in on his capture and discoveries regarding the
weakness of the shields. She was delighted to hear this news.
But seemed unable to take advantage of it the same way he was.
If she was to get out, she had to go with him. His probes kept
running into walls or screens like the net screen he'd taken
off his head. He tried probing around them to no avail. He kept
getting raging pains in his head.
They remained dependent on things he could learn from the
captives.
====
Bambi and Randi woke together. Bob wasn't there.
By the time Betty woke, they'd found the note. Betty was
compelled to make breakfast. She'd come to serve everyone in
the house.
After breakfast, Bambi had Betty eat her. She sat back while
the long haired woman sucked and licked her cunt.
"Mind if I use her next?" asked Randi.
"Ah, ah, sure, ah, thing, ah," muttered Bambi. Betty glowed
inwardly knowing she was loved.
There would be no problem waiting for Bob to return.
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