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I smiled to myself as the two women went down on each other, sixty-nine style. I didn't join them, not because I couldn't -- the telepathy had brought with it complete body control -- but because I was emotionally and physically sated. The women might have been too, but that didn't matter -- they wouldn't remember much of this anyway.

I'd make sure they'd have memories of a sex-filled vacation or evening, but that the rest would be a blur. I was getting a lot better at this telepathy-thing, the more I used my powers. Some of the problem was in understanding the psychology of people. Like the blonde here, she worked in quickie mart, and she just wasn't the sort of girl that did these sorts of things. So to leave her with the memory of having done it -- and having it be so out of character for her -- would have made her very confused, maybe even cause a mental breakdown.

So I've been working on that part, building up the parts of her that would want to run off with a strange man and fuck him senseless, and then fuck his girlfriend senseless. Made her desire adventure, made her believe that this was a lark, an adventure, and let her reassess it as something she might want to do in the future.

I even left her with my phone number, so that should she desire this sort of thing in the future, she'd just call me. It didn't hurt that I knew how to get them off with just a thought.

I allowed my mind to play along their minds and nervous system, tweaking here, and there, raising arousal, blocking release, letting it all build like floodwaters behind a dam. They moaned and sighed against each other, their efforts redoubled due to nothing more than the increase in their need to come.

I smiled to myself, soon I would let the barrier fall, releasing their orgasm. And I'd make sure on some level that they knew it was me who had made it possible. I couldn't completely erase my presence from their minds, but I could make it so that they didn't care -- so that they would respond to me whenever I saw them.

I made a few notes on my computer, names, social security numbers, physical statistics and my own impressions. I glanced back at the writhing girls, and released the blocks. Their orgasms washed over them like the tide, as they screamed and yelled and shuddered.

My cock got hard all on it's own, and I decided I wanted some more of them after all.