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Author's Notes: This story is the work of two authors who both have contributed equally to the substance within. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to reality is purely coincidental. This story consists of sexual acts that are neither endorsed nor condoned by the authors, and anyone under 18 should go to the Disney web-site immediately.
The sun was low in the cool morning. The skyscrapers made the dark canyons even cooler as cars drove by. One automobile in particular was a powder blue convertible. Yet the car was not getting all the attention, it was the driver. She was quite beautiful. Her face was long, as was her blond hair. She skin was flawless on her face as well as her body which in itself was flawless. Her legs were long and her body tall, and her waste was thin, but her chest was large. Her breasts were full but held up by natural forces. The only thing that kept men from dropping unconscious was a loose floral dress covering up much of her goddess like body, but showing enough to inform people to worship her.
Her blond hair whipped behind her head as she drove down the shadowed streets as she neared her destination. There was one open parking space in front of the tall building that she desired to enter, and she was going to get it. There was a small white car that was about to back up into the spot, but this woman wouldn't allow that.
She thought, and thought hard, at the driver of the white car. The reverse lights on the back of the car turned off and the small white car started to drive forward again. She smiled at herself. This is just one of the many uses of her mind controlling abilities. Three years ago she was a new business school graduate living on her own heating up a microwave dinner when a lightning strike traveled though the power lines and her microwave and right into her. Two days later she learned that she could control people's minds. She took the microwave manufacturer to court suing for half a million dollars, and with her new found abilities, she won. She took her money and sent it to a money manager who was carefully investing it and splitting the profits with her. This, plus doing some stock manipulation, she was now worth over thirty million dollars, and she was living off the interest.
This morning she was doing her quarterly visit to her money manager to see how much money she was going to put in her pocket for the next three months. She was backing up to do parallel parking on the side of the street, and she didn't see what was behind her. She did hear the thud.
"What the hell was that?" said the blond woman completely un-lady like.
Behind her car on the ground was an old woman. She was short and wrinkled with withered hands and face. She had on a thick stiff coat and a scarf over her head of curly gray hair. Her dull gray eyes looked up at the young woman with a plea of help. "Help an old woman up would you," she said from the ground holding up a thin shaking hand.
"What the hell were you doing behind me? Didn't you see I was backing up?"
The old woman braced herself and then with great effort she tried to pull herself up by holding onto the convertible.
"Don't touch my car you old hag. You've done enough damage to it already." In truth there wasn't any damage to the powder blue auto.
"You should talk with respect to your elders, for you will look like me one day," said the old woman.
"I may get old someday, but for right now I am young and pretty, but you can't get a fuck if you paid for it."
This made the old woman man in her old gray eyes. "Well if you like to fuck so much," said the old woman and she spat on the ground, "I curse you. You will be constantly horny. You will crave a man's cock or a woman clit, and do anything to get it, but neither will fill your need for sex." She spat again on the ground. The old woman turned around and crossed the street to the other side.
The young woman was furious at this. This old hag thought that some silly curse was going to make her respect the elderly then she was incorrect. The blond woman pulled out her purse and went into the limestone-covered skyscraper.
She was in the elevator up to the fifth floor with only one other person in the elevator. He was tall and beefy in a dark blue suit. In her head she thought about what he would look like naked, but then the doors to the fifth floor opened. She politely exited the elevator.
"Sara you are looking as beautiful as ever." Came the cry from inside the spacious office.
"Hey George," the blond woman said with a hug. George didn't want to brake off this embrace and Sara could read it in his mind. Sara didn't want to brake it off either. In her mind she was thinking of his man's strong arms and hard body and long dick.
"Sit down," George said walking behind his desk to pick up a folder with Manning, Sara printed on the tab.
Sara sat down and in doing so she felt heat down between her legs, and she liked it. She didn't cross her legs, but went into George's mind, and planted a command.
George walked around his desk and took a seat to Sara's left. "Now a majority of your mutual funds went down this quarter," George began to explain where Sara's money was. But what George was apparently unaware of was what the right hand was doing. His right hand had pulled up Sara's dress and pulled aside her panties. His index and middle fingers were going in and out of Sara's womanhood. Sara closed her eyes and let this happen. She took her own hands and started to massage her own breasts. She didn't wear a bra shown as she pulled down the flowers and pulled on her own nipples.
"In short," George said tickling her g-spot, "you lost almost a quarter of a million dollars last quarter."
"What," Sara said picking up her head freezing her hands where they were.
George was still sliding his finger inside of Sara and she slapped his hand away, "the stock market just didn't do as well as predicted. This isn't all bad since it seems that things are picking up."
"I lost a $250,000!" Sara said furious. "You are employed to make me money, and here you say you lost money." Sara was getting angrier by the second. "I did not loose money," Sara said extending her mind to George's, "I made a quarter of a million this quarter. You will make it so." George responded.
"These figures must be incorrect," George said looking down at the papers, "I'm sure that you made a quarter of a million dollars."
Sara seemed satisfied and picked up George's right hand and suck off his fingers. "I'll see you next month George," Sara said repositioning her dress and panties.
The heat between Sara's legs didn't die down, but George didn't get her off either so the heat wasn't that big of a surprise. Sara made it down to her car and figured that driving fast might cool her down. She did, for a second, think that maybe the old crone had something to do with her sudden need for sex. She liked sex before, but now it seemed to consume her.
Her convertible was going down a county road at over seventy miles per hour, and the cool wind in her face didn't hamper the heat down below. Then an image formed in Sara's mind, Henry. Henry worked at Faust and Sons law firm. Henry was neither Faust nor one of his sons but he was a law clerk in the office. Sara was at the office in minutes, but in those minutes she seemed to get hornier.
Sara sent out a command to all in the office that they were not to notice her or what she was doing. Henry was in the library with a thick book before him on the wood table. Sara closed the blinds on the windows to the rest of the office. She closed and locked the door to the library.
Henry was a stunning man. He was tall and young. He had dark hair and dark eyes. His jaw was sharp and his nose strong. Under his tie he had rippling muscles and a long thick manhood. Sara knows this since she has had him once before and today she was going to have him again. Sara went into Henry's mind and placed the command that he was hornier than he ever was before. Henry reacted with a start, and then saw Sara. Sara herself was desirable, but now with the heightened state Henry couldn't resist her.
Sara stripped off Henry's tie as he slid her out of the dress. Their lips met as their hands took on a life of their own to remove the other clothing. In seconds they were both naked. Since Sara was in control she took it. With the long member slicing the air above the table Henry was laying on the thick wooden table as Sara lowered herself down onto him. There was no pleasure in it, but there wasn't meant to be. Sara was lubricated up and didn't need help inserting Henry inside her. She was getting a good workout raising and lowering herself onto Henry.
Just at that time the second door to the library opened and in walked another law clerk. She was thin as a bookmark with thick glasses and short black hair. She had on a simple white blouse with a visible bra underneath and gray dress. She entered the library without even looking at the activity on the table and started to pick through the shelves of books.
Sara figured why should she have to deal with her breasts, when there was a perfectly able women right there. Sara entered the woman's mind, and finding out her name was Dawn, made Dawn feel hornier than she had ever felt in her life. Sara allowed Dawn to see what Henry was doing, and gave Dawn the command to place herself into the fray. Dawn stripped out her cloths quickly and put her now exposed pussy over Henry's mouth, and positioned her head in front of Sara's breasts and started to such on a nipple.
Sara was a ball of fire burning like a second sun. The energy the power that seemed to fill her with every thrust and suck seemed to add another layer to the growing need. Sara could feel Henry starting to build up to climax, but she was so lost in trying to make herself cum that she didn't notice him go still. The hot liquid squirted into Sara filling the crevices inside her, and slipped out the seam between the two. Sara was not done and entered Henry's mind and made him go hard again, and begin to fuck like he had never fucked before.
Dawn lost her seal on Sara's breast as her whole body twitched. Henry, still going at Dawn's snatch, felt that Dawn about to cum, but he didn't move or even close he mouth. Dawn's whole body went weak as all the energy of her being went into the powerful orgasm that was being released through her pussy. Dawn tried to obey the command to suck Sara's breasts, but the orgasm was too powerful and Dawn fell onto Henry unconscious as her pussy muscles still contracted on their own. Sara, realizing that she had lost Dawn, went into Dawn's mind awakened the young woman and made her hornier than before. Dawn went at Sara's breasts with the energy of a wild animal.
This went on for three hours and by that time neither Dawn nor Henry possessed the energy to keep going, but Sara was still in need of a fuck in which she could cum. Sweating and horny Sara sent out a command to both Dawn and Henry that when they awoke they would both get dressed and have forgotten the wild orgy they had together. Sara also sent out a command to the rest of the office that they would not notice the two naked people in the library or the smell or the stains.
Sara tried to get dressed, but every time she pulled the dress up to her hips she started to rub her pussy uncontrollably. When Sara tried to pull her dress over her head, when she got to her breasts she could keep herself from massaging and playing with them. Sara conceded to driving naked. She wasn't on the country road for more than five minutes, twirling her nipples, when police sirens filled the air behind her. Sara looked into the mirror behind her she saw a very hot man in uniform. Sara pulled over to the side of the road, trying to keep herself from playing with her pussy, and waited for the officer.
He seemed to take forever to get out of his vehicle, but when he did Sara almost gave a squeal of delight. He was tall with thick muscles and a square jaw. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but Sara was more interested in another part of his body.
The dark blue uniform containing the man stood just behind Sara's door and said, "Do you know why I stopped you?" His voice was deem and gruff full of power and command.
"Yes," Sara said. The setting sun glistening off her golden sweat covered breasts with erect nipples showed why the officer stopped Sara. Sara also granted the officer to stop her. She entered his mind and placed a command. The bulge grew in his pants as he stepped to Sara's door. He unzipped his pants and showed his manhood.
It was short but thick, he was circumcised, but Sara didn't care. Sara wrapped her lips around the shaft. With her tongue flicking the tip of his member she started to pump her head back and forth. She tried to keep her teeth from his delicate skin as it started to stretch and fill her wanting mouth. The object in her mouth grew hot and slick. Sara tested it by driving it as far into her mouth as possible. Swallowing to get her tongue into the action she tried to drive it deeper into her head. The sheriff didn't like this much so he grabbed her head and pulled it back so she could pump with her lips.
In and out, over and over, a flick a suck and Sara wanted more. The officer only made one sound during all this and that was when his hot liquid sprayed into Sara's mouth. The taste was warm and salty with a purely organic taste that only humans can make. Sara found it at first to be disgusting, as she always had, but the more she tasted it the more she wanted this man's sperm. That is not to say that Sara liked it, but as if the semen was air Sara found she needed it. Sara sucked hard and long moving her had back and for so the officer could save his strength for cumming. In seconds the member filled her mouth once more to the point that Sara's mouth could barely cover it all. The dick now glistening with a mixture of saliva and semen started to pump once more as Sara got another mouthful of the white goodness of this man.
The officer started to stagger back, but Sara went into his mind and commanded him to stand tall, and command too his dick. Sara again sucked on the blood filled appendage, but after a few moments Sara's need took over and Sara entered the officer's mind and commanded him to cum. Again the man fluid filled Sara's mouth as she rocked her head back and forth along the shaft. Sara swallowed to drain the juice and pull the penis down to where Sara's face was as close to the officer's body as possible. She smelled the fabric and the sweat, but Sara wanted something else. With the member as far into her mouth as it would go Sara commanded him to cum. Sara felt the slimy substance slide strait down her throat, but it felt smaller than the other shots. Sara reached up and felt the ball. Through the thin skin Sara felt the bean shaped organs and found them to be the size of raisins. Knowing he didn't have much left in him Sara commanded one final cum as large as possible. For some reason it was at this time the officer pulled back away from Sara, but his body was still following the command given to him. His short shaft came out of Sara's mouth just as the white came out of his dick. Sara felt the hot stuff hit her just below her left eye. It tingled where it hit, and when Sara reached up to move it to her mouth she found that she could only slide it around on her face. The feeling was like an approach to orgasm on her skin. Sara smoothed the cum over her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her forehead, and lips. It felt wonderful just to feel it on her body. Sara wanted more.
The officer was not even coherent anymore, he was just standing at Sara's window, unthinking, holding his limp dick out for Sara to suck. Sara on the other hand knew that this man was done, he contained no more. Sara entered the officer's mind and made him go back to his automobile. He would forget even stopping her and everything else about her. He would fall asleep and wake up in about ten minutes wondering why his dick was out of his pants and covered in cum and spit.
Sara looked at herself in the rearview mirror. Her blond hair was damp at the roots, and her eyes seemed to almost glow. Her face looked like it was covered in glass glistening in the setting sun. Sara reached up and touched her face, and found that when she placed her finger to her mouth the semen didn't seem to have the same effect it had before. Sara still needed cum. She had to have it. She could live no longer without it.
In Sara's mind the voice of sanity spoke up. It was the old woman who did this to her. That old hag had turned her into a fucking machine. Sara had to find the woman so that old bitch could put an end to this need. So where was this woman now? Sara didn't know, but she did know where the old woman was that morning, so that was a place to start.
Sara started and gunned the engine of her convertible as the cool air turned cold on her bare skin and shining face. Somewhere in her mind Sara was just hoping for another good looking uniform to stop her, but none did. The street where she was just that morning was dark and empty when Sara rounded the corner. Sara thought about calling George to come to his office, but it was late, and George had done enough for her already.
The building on the far side of the street was a large apartment complex, and perfect for what she wanted. Sara walked right past the doorman, completely naked, and up to the second floor. Using her mind Sara searched for the right apartment. It had to be facing the street, and the residents had to be able to leave for a few days and not be missed. Sara was in luck at apartment 206 where an older couple was just about to leave for a vacation. Sara pushed into their minds to open the door, and let her in.
The older man was plump with small eyes and wire rim glasses and a few wispy gray hairs on his otherwise bald head. The woman was old with a drooping face and deep wrinkles and gray old eyes. Even looking at these two old wrinkled decrepit people Sara could feel the lust leap in her at the thought of fucking the both of them. Sara commanded them both to leave. The door closed just before Sara was about to pounce on the man's aged dick. The living room was plush pale carpets with bone white couches and overstuffed chairs. There were exotic pictures and paintings on the walls with glass cabinets holding expensive ceramic figures and plates. Sara walked over to the draped windows and opened them. The cool night air hit her bare skin and Sara could feel the burning between her legs grow.
Sara tried to sit still looking out the window to the empty street below, but she couldn't keep herself from rubbing her pussy. As hard as she might, as much as she stimulated her G-spot she could not reach that pinnacle of orgasm that she desperately needed. Worse yet she could keep her eyes on the street below. If the old woman walked by Sara would miss her completely captivated by her erect nipples. Sara needed help.
"John it's Sara," Sara said over the phone in the apartment.
"Sara long time no see. What's up?"
"Are you and Mark doing anything tonight?" Sara asked rubbing herself.
"Um, hang on. Mark it's Sara. She wants to know if you're doing anything? Sara, no I'm not going out, and Mark is just reading. So what's up?"
Sara can control minds, and even do so over the phone, but it is much more work. Sara concentrated and projected her thoughts through the wires to the other end of the line. Intently Sara worked her way into John's mind and implanted in him that he wanted to come over and do Sara. "I want a three-way with you and Mark," Sara said her brow furrowed in strain of maintaining the extension of her mind.
"Okay!" John said with excitement.
"Now give the phone to Mark," Sara said feeling the miles for Mark's brain.
"Mark Sara wants you," John said.
In seconds the phone was once more occupied by a mind. "Sara how's it going."
Like a snake striking Sara latched onto Mark's mind and implanted into him the same command. "Won't you come over?" Sara asked like a little child begging for a candy.
"Sure!" Mark said enthusiastically.
The long minutes seemed to fill the room ask Sara rubbed her breasts with one hand, and lubricated herself with the other. The sweat from her exercise had cleaned the cum from her face, and she longed for more. Sara longed for Mark and John. When a knock emanated from the door to the apartment Sara was so horny that she would have done anyone who was there. When the door opened there stood two chiseled men. They were twins in all the name implies. The dark crewcut with dark bushy eyebrows framed a sharp face with dark brown eyes. Even with their jackets on one could see the muscular body under it. They weren't particular tall, but they were sexy.
"Don't tell me you started without us," John said. He was the one with a chicken pox scare next to his left eye.
"Would it matter?" Sara said letting the two sexual machines in.
"Just as long as you're not too tired," Mark said tossing his jacket on the couch. "I want to go all night long."
Sara got weak in the knees at just the thought of this. "I didn't call you over here just to fuck," Sara said stopping her self-pleasuring for a moment.
"Could have fooled me," Mark said reaching out for Sara's golden breasts.
Sara wanted this. She had to have it. She wanted both of these men deep inside her at that very moment. Sara wanted to suck each of these men off over and over again. But Sara's rational mind took over for a moment. "Not yet," Sara said slapping Mark's hands away. "Now," Sara said containing her composure, "here is the woman we are looking for." Sara entered both minds and implanted the image of the old crone. "One of you will keep watch while the other has me. Which one of you is first?"
Mark and John looked at each other and brought up their hands. "One, two, three," they both called out. "Paper covers rock, you loose," John said giving Mark a pat on the shoulder.
Sara looked at John with the eyes of a woman ready for a good long fuck. She was swaying her golden body walking up to him. She gave John a long deep kiss on his lips. There was no love in that kiss, but only the desires for sex. John picked up Sara's body that burned with sexual desire, and with the continued kiss carried her to the bedroom.
It took John only moments to remove his clothing to be in the same state of dress as Sara. His manhood hung down to make a short third leg. His body was rippled with muscle the Sara had a craving for. Like a normal man he did have hair on his body, but Sara didn't care about the hair, just what was under it.
Sara came up to John and started to kiss his body, starting from the top and going down. When she got down to that third leg Sara spoke up. "I think I can work with this," Sara said the moment before she put it in her mouth. Her teeth brushed the skin making shivers run the length of John's spine. Her tongue brushed over the head and the length of the shaft. She pulled it out long enough to suck and lick on his large full balls. Each seemed the size of a billiard ball, filled with the white goodness that Sara aspired to swallow. She started to feed the long shaft into her head. Sara could feel the heartbeat, that was not her own, pound in her head as she pounded his head. In and out long and short she moved her head and he moved his hips.
When Sara had the shaft lubricated with her mouth John picked her up by the hips and guided her to the bed. Lying on her back John took his newly risen member and placed it in her wet and hot hole. Sara gasp as John first slid in the slit in her body and kept going inside. John wanted all of it inside her. Sara did too, and then some. John pushed and slid and wiggled, Sara wiggled and slid and pushed to put John farther and farther into her body. When John could feel that he couldn't make it any deeper he started to pump. His body was in a rhythmic pattern of thrusts and pulls and Sara was riding this horizontal horse. John could feel himself reaching the point of loosing a part of himself to the outside world, and decided where to put it. John pulled out of Sara just to straddle her thin body to place his dick between her breasts. Sara got in one lick of the head when John shot his load over her chest and face. Out it came like a shower of white over her bust to make that skin seem to glow with pleasure. Sara loved it and wanted more. John had several suck floods left in him.
Three hours had gone by and nothing happened, for Mark. He heard the screams and gasps and moans coming from the bedroom, but his duty is to look out at the empty street, lit only with the street lights, and expect to see some old woman walking down the road. To the East the night was just giving way to some lightness, but all was still dark outside. Mark was wondering how long it would be until it was his turn with Sara when the door to the bedroom opened.
"Wow she is a wild woman," John said staggering out. He was covered with sweat and his dick was shining with a different salty substance. His hair was damp and dark from the horizontal workout, his body had small bite marks, and his breathing was labored from the long exertion. John fell down into one of the pale overstuffed chairs and looked over at Mark. "You are going to have fun."
Mark looked at the door to the bedroom and there was Sara. As sweaty as John she looked far less exhausted. Her body was pressed up against the door where she was playing with herself. Her face and chest were covered with the male's contribution to a baby, and she seemed to make no move to remove it. "We could do it right there," Sara said from the door, "but we already messed up the bed in here." Mark jumped up and went into the room, but Sara hung back to address John still sitting in the chair. "Keep watch, I don't want to miss her."
"Ah why should I?" John said being lazy.
Sara concentrated and John's penis went from the limp and sack to long and hard, filled with blood to the point that it hurt. John grabbed his groin in pain, trying to keep the long blood filled balloon from bursting. "If you don't I'll make that pop, and then you'll never have sex again," Sara said with anger in her voice, "now go to the window and keep watch. Sunrise will be here in a few hours and I don't want to miss that old woman." John's penis started to deflate and he made it to the chair that Mark had recently vacated and took his seat looking for a woman he had never seen before.
"What was that about?" Mark said, naked, standing up from the bed.
"Do you really care?" Sara replied closing the door behind her and sashaying up to Mark's lean body and putting her arms around his neck to give him a long kiss.
"Not any more," Mark replied carrying Sara down to the bed.
Mark was gentler than John was in that he started off with kissing Sara on her body. He lingered over her nipples making his saliva cool on her already hard nipples and then gently blowing on them to make Sara squirm. He moved on down her body kissing here and there licking the salty sweat from her navel. Mark moved down lower to between her long shapely legs and that slit that was previously filled by John. Mark extended his tongue to that wrinkled lips and started to give Sara some pleasure that she so desperately wanted. As long and hard as Mark tried Sara couldn't cum. The ball of desire, for the need to cum, inside Sara grew even more so Sara decided that it was time to give it all to Mark.
Sara pulled Mark's head up to hers and whispered. "Do whatever you want."
Mark pulled back to see into Sara's eyes to witness if she really meant it, and she did. Mark pushed Sara down to the floor, down to her rump to be sitting on the floor. Mark sitting on the bed with his legs hanging off the side and surrounding Sara. Sara latched onto Mark's shaft with her lips and started to draw it out. Soon Mark's manhood stood up and out like a gun to shoot point-blank into Sara's eager mouth. Mark could feel the pressure build inside him with his balls leaking their substance into his body, but only momentarily for soon it would leave his body and enter Sara's. Mark stood up, pulling his dick from Sara's mouth, and pointed his organic gun at Sara's beautiful target with her eyes closed. The shot came out like the cork being removed from a dam. It flew farther than Mark intended and hit Sara between the eyes and flowed back to rest on her forehead just at the hairline.
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Sara opened her eyes to see Mark was still ready to go. "More," Sara pleaded to Mark, and he was happy to do so. Mark's thick fat dick slid into Sara's mouth once more, and he took control. With Sara remaining motionless Mark started to thrust forward quickly and forcefully. Over and over again Mark thrust his hips forward with the force it would take to brake down a brick wall. Sara could feel the dick striking inside her mouth and neck, and to a certain extent it hurt. The mixture of pleasure and pain filled Sara and over and over again Mark forced himself on her with a power no man ever had. Mark didn't stop or even slow when he reached the level of orgasm and came in Sara's mouth. Like a man possessed he used his cum to lubricate his approach as he continued to thrust over and over again into Sara. Sara couldn't handle it, not the forcefulness of Mark, but the mixture of pleasure and pain flooding her mind. Sara went into Mark's mind and commanded him to calm down, and he did, but not his dick. |
"Sorry about that," Mark said panting as much as Sara was.
"Don't be. Let's take a shower," Sara said leading him into the shower.
The bath products were all over the shower, but there was more than enough room inside for the both of them. Sara was in the back of the shower and Mark in the front turning on the water. When the water was warm, but not too warm for the hot bodies, Mark turned around to face Sara. In doing so his hard penis hit Sara right on the thigh. This gave Sara a sexual recharge. Sara picked up Mark's long part and guided it into her vagina.
Sara whispered into Mark's ear, "Let's see how long we can keep it like that?"
Mark smiled as he picked up a bar of soap and started to wash Sara's luscious breasts. Over and over the erect nipples with the soap made Sara hornier than she ever though possible. Mark's shaft inside her just by the nature of moving to keep standing was sliding in and out of her. Sara grabbed Mark's head and locked her lips onto his giving him more than just her tongue. Her hands couldn't stop moving over his body feeling each muscle and bone. Mark moved his hands over her body dragging the soap along to in a way wash her body golden wet body.
John was sitting in the chair looking out the window as the sun's indirect light lit the swelling street of people. There was not that many people out on the street, but enough that some could see a partly naked man in the window watching them. John could hear the water of the shower turn off, and he thought that maybe, if Sara was up to it, they could take a shower together. The thought warmed him as he gazed down at the herds of people walking by. That's when John saw an old woman walking down the far side of the street he thought for a second that it couldn't be the woman he was looking for, but why take the chance. Getting her attention the only way he thought that he could John stood up and exposed him. Everyone on the street stood still and redirected their gaze to John. This included the old woman, and when she looked up at him he recognized her as the woman he was looking for.
"Sara!" John yelled out, "I found her!"
In a flash Sara came dashing out of the bathroom to look out the window to the street below. There, still on the far side of the street, like a sore thumb, stood the woman from the previous morning. Sara turned and in less time it takes to blink was out the door of the apartment.
"Think she realizes she's naked?" John asked Mark coming out of the bathroom.
"I don't think that she cares," Mark said finding his boxers.
Sara came running out into the filled street completely naked dripping water, which was shining with the morning sun. Sara ignored the pain in her bare feet as she ran on the hard concrete sidewalk to where she had seen the old woman. When the older female came into view Sara almost hugged the ground as she slowed her run toward the woman. The street seemed to clear of people as the two women had a showdown. About ten feet apart the old woman was in a pink coat and a green scarf over her gray head of hair. Sara, at the other end, naked as the day she was born dripping water and sweat from her body and her hair plastered to her back in a long blond streak. The shadow of the skyscraper hung over the two fighters giving the other a dark menacing look.
The old woman crossed her arms on her chest giving the signal that the first move would be Sara's. Sara thought about what to do. The thought of eating out the old woman came to mind, and was quickly pushed to the side. Sara thought about going into the old crone's mind and forcing her to remove the curse, but you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
"I'm sorry," Sara said with her head hung down.
"Apology accepted," said the old woman with a nod of her head.
Yet it the voice was different. It was deeper and more masculine that the day before. This came to Sara in a split second, for that was all the time she had. Her body reacted to the old woman's acceptance like someone flipping on a light switch. Sara's body became wracked with the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. Her muscles, all of them, became charged with an energy that had been building up and took on a life of their own. Her body felt like someone had placed an electrical cable deep inside her pussy making her body thrash and buckle and cum. Sara fell to the hard concrete ground as her hips thrust and came. The white concrete turned gray with the juices flooding from inside Sara. The air couldn't come out or go in quick enough for her, and she sounded like a female dog.
Long minutes later Sara came to her senses she looked up from the ground to see the old woman, who was looking down at her. The old woman extended her thin liver spotted hand to Sara who took hold of the outstretched hand and shakily got to her two feet. When Sara looked around expecting a crowd, but there was none. Sara looked back at the old woman, who had a wide knowing grin on her old wrinkled face, for an answer to the unspoken question.
"This might help," said the old woman in a voice that was nothing like an old woman's. Her voice sounded like a man who his whole life had never left New York City. The image before Sara's eyes changed. No longer stood there a short old woman, but now there was a tall handsome man. His brown hair was slightly curly and his brown eyes were sharp and clear. He had a broad chin and a wide nose on a pale face. He was quite tall standing over seven feet, but the pin striped navy blue suit that he wore made him seem even taller. Even in that suit his chest showed he had some powerful muscles on him. This man was nothing like an old woman.
"How?" Sara demanded.
"Why Sara Manning you haven't figured it out."
"You're like me," Sara said hitting upon the answer just at that second.
"Correct," said the man with the same nod of the head that the old woman had. "I am almost exactly like you, except I got my powers from a different brand of microwave oven."
"That's why I couldn't cum."
"Right."
"And that's why we don't have a crowd around us," Sara said looking about.
"Quite correct," said the man extending his arm again, but this time in the form of a handshake, "My name is Robert Louis."
Sara took his hand almost like she was putting her hand into a pool of piranha. Robert took Sara's hand and shook it civilly. She looked into his brown eyes and saw there the power that she too possessed. Sara didn't know what to do about this man, and that is why she kept shaking her hand.
"You can let go of my hand now," Robert said, and Sara blushed when he said this letting go of his palm. "There is a reason why I tracked you down."
"And that would be?" Sara asked.
Robert paused and then spoke choosing his words carefully, "For the past three years your world has been only money and sex, well I am an agent of an organization that recruits people with abilities similar to ours. I was sent here to see if you want direction to your life. Now our meeting didn't quite go as planned, but I got your attention."
"That's an understatement," Sara said. "Let's go talk over breakfast, I haven't had anything solid to eat for the past 24 hours." Sara held out her bare arm for Robert to take.
"Maybe we should see about getting you your cloths?" Robert said taking Sara's arm.
"I have no idea where those are right now. How about we swing by my car so I can pick up my purse and hit a clothing store before breakfast."
"You're in charge of this mission."
"Glad to hear it," Sara said putting her head on Robert's large shoulder. "So there wasn't really any curse?"
"No, no, no," Robert said shaking his head, "curses are completely different." They walked on for a few steps and just when Sara opened her mouth to ask the obvious question Robert spoke, "by the way I'm not joking."
THE END