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Archive-name: Book04.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 4 of 20
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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 himr 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.  '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, 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 s 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 a child, leaning against the
wall breathing hard, 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.

contiuned in part 5