Tongxiao rushed the work, typo after typo, and the style is also alternative, more tolerance. Yawn …. .zzzzzz
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I really have no control over it. I am able to completely influence the minds of other people whose bodies are somehow controlled by their minds. This allows me to take for granted my ability to use my powers to achieve my own joy.
Not purely private pleasure. Not completely selfish. Truly, each of my “victims” thoroughly enjoys what he or she does.
Take Melissa Stevens as an example.Mrs. Stevens is a 32 year old housewife in an unnamed city in a lovely suburb. Her husband is a doctor.The Stevenses live in a fancy house and are childless.
Mrs. Stevens is usually busy with church or volunteer work, or playing tennis at the tennis club. Summer is starting, so today she was able to enjoy her first tanning session at the backyard pool.
Mrs. Stevens has mouth-watering curves. And she should be – she exercises a lot. Her blood was mixed: her ancestors had come from Africa, Polynesia, and India; their bloodlines had merged to create a gorgeous creature with a killer body, a pretty face, and curly, flowing black hair. The sun hasn’t done much for Mrs. Stevens’ brown skin, but she doesn’t need to worry about her appearance because she knows she’s beautiful – and it feels wonderful.
Today Mrs. Stevens wears a ridiculously small bikini. All her bathing suits show – she doesn’t even have a one-piece dress – but this is a black one, with knots like spaghetti and a band that wraps around the back and could be recognized as thick dental floss. It’s a brand-new bathing suit that Mrs. Stevens picked up at the store yesterday without giving it a second thought. (I confess: it was my idea.)
Mrs. Stevens was reclining spread-eagled in a cool chair. There is a bottle of tanning oil on the tabletop beside her; she set it out this morning, now that the warm sun is out. She opened the bottle and let the oil drip down into her palms. She began to rub the oil into her soft, even-length arms, her sharp shoulders, her snow-white neck, her long, slender legs and her flat belly. She closed the bottle and lay back and slowly closed her eyes.
She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up to pick up the bottle. She needed more oil, more warm oil. She needed to pour it into her palm …..
….. When a warm glob of tanning oil was in her palm, Mrs. Stevens put down the bottle and lay back, reclosing her eyes and sliding her palm quickly over the bottom parting of her bathing suit. Then she slid her hand into the bottom of her swimsuit and applied the tanning oil to her soft curly pubic hair and juicy pair of pussy lips.
Mrs. Stevens likes sex. She’s quite fond of sex. And the backyard was surrounded by a high fence, so she didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her. But she never encouraged herself to masturbate outside, where someone might see her in the nude. Until today. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her. Not sure why she was suddenly extra kinky. Why she suddenly had a naughty, dirty feeling-
Like a thrill-seeking slut.
Not sure where the idea came from at all! She had never, and would never, imagine herself like a-
[Bad whore-slick piece of fuckable cunt]
-No! She didn’t like the feeling at all. She didn’t like the filthy thoughts that were violating her. She also didn’t like the hands and fingers slithering at double speed, pressing urgently on her secret peas and pumping inside her wet, lusty pussy; and the ones that were all over her cunt, forming a greasy mass of concoction mixed with her own lewdness.
[Wet, slippery slut, ready to swallow – dirty, self-reading hot bitch]
Mrs. Stevens was still struggling to wrestle with these thoughts, so foreign a few minutes before, but with frightening rapidity becoming so familiar. She was uncomfortably busy being sure that she was not-
A noisy, tight, walkin’ slut hole – a cum dumpster – a happy, slutty housewife.
She hadn’t noticed that both of her palms were now inside her bathing suit, rubbing against it making her wet, and instantly she was even more intensely wet. And when her hands were sufficiently lubricated, it moved upward to the tops of her breasts and then inside to reach her hardening nipples. It squeezed, rubbed and dragged her pink nipples tightly, spreading the secret juices all over her breasts.
Mrs. Stevens resisted, but finally, her mind collapsed. It flooded in, filling it with those filthy, naughty thoughts. She was a whore-slut. She was so wet that large drops of the oily mixture-at this point, mostly a creamy substance made up of her own lust-formed at the base of her thighs and began to drip down through the cracks in that cool chair onto the concrete floor. She reversed herself, resting on all fours on the chair so that she could rub her nipples through the top of her bathing suit on the plastic chair, while her palms rested on the bottom of her bathing suit, alternating between thrusting her fingers inside her lusty pussy, and also gently, but quickly, piercing her lusty asshole. mrs. Stevens wasn’t a big fan of anal sex until her character this time around revealed that she was – and was not – a big fan of anal sex.
Asshole Slave – Anal Whore – Pussy Whore – Anal Slut – Girls Who Like Their Asses Nailed
-There’s something else.
Mrs. Stevens likes to fuck. She especially likes to fuck. She likes to fuck with creatures that move. She loved napping and sucking cock. She loved making love to her husband. With other young boys.
[Kinky Sex Tutor]
She *is* a slut mentor. She’s going to teach young boys how to nappy. How to nail her slutty pussy. How to taste her, lick her and feed her cum.
Mrs. Stevens was conveniently – though, I must admit, not accidentally – next door to Kyle, who was fourteen years old, and who had been twitching his rod from the moment he began to watch Mrs. Stevens’ performance, trying to insert his dick into Mrs. Stevens’ wet pussy, and he almost exploded from the show he was seeing. Kyle has been jerking his rod since he started watching Mrs. Stevens’ performance, wanting to stick his dick in Mrs. Stevens’ wet pussy, and he almost exploded from the show he was watching.
This made Kyle easier to manipulate than Mrs. Stevens. It was easy to get Kyle out of his room, downstairs, outside, and through the Stevenses’ unlocked front door toward the backyard pool. Once there, he quickly undressed, out of sight of Mrs. Stevens, who was still on all fours on the back of the cooler facing the house.
Kyle leaned in close to Mrs. Stevens, who was wailing and thrusting at her door and pussy. She whispered to herself, caressing herself as she did so, “Good girl, good teacher, good slut. Good boy – fuck me ….. Fuck it ….. Eat me. ….”
Her plump hips swung skyward. kyle had lowered himself to his knees behind her. His dick flexed firmly upward. This is something he would have exploded long ago under ordinary circumstances, but I control his brain and forbid this from happening.
Kyle is hungry. He is hungry for hips. Luckily, it was on the menu. He leaned his body forward and placed his palms on both of Mrs. Stevens’ fat ass cheeks, hooking his thumbs in the straps of his bathing suit. His lips and tongue imprinted on her greasy, tightly zouzouked backdoor ring opening, and simultaneously, she gasped and whimpered.
(I am depraved. I felt a tremor from the bottom of my heart, knowing that it was this boy who was having his first sexual experience – hadn’t kissed, held hands, or done anything yet – and yet he had called me to come and devour this lascivious anus.)
Mrs. Stevens was at least as shaken as I was. She whimpered with pleasure and turned her head to watch Kyle feast on her. He dances his tongue around her anus and teases, then eagerly but slowly pierces inside, trying to pull out as much flavor as he can try. She moaned as he French kissed her ass. She whimpered. She became the slutty teacher she wanted to be.
“Good, Kyle, very good,” she said. “Come in there. Nail my anus with your tongue. Make it thoroughly juicy so that the cock will fit in smoothly.”
He licks and eats her ass for at least ten minutes. He let his tongue slide down to the juicy wet, blazing pussy.Mrs. Stevens wanted to rub her erect secret bean, but she felt too lazy to move. She wanted to take herself away from it all, but she couldn’t. Later, I decided.
At this point. A sudden wave of resistance came over Mrs. Stevens, asking, “Should a 14-year-old boy be sucking on my asshole?” Before she could answer herself, though, I gave her a little push, just a little psychological push. The nudge is enough-she’s so hot and horny now that all I have to do is take her mind off of it for a short time, unbalance her, and then Kyle’s tongue or lips touch a new spot, and she screams a mental reply to herself, “Yes. Yes, he should! Yes, he should! He needs to learn how to be my slave boy!”
Then she said aloud, in a ragged, breathy voice, “Good ….. Excellent, color boy. Savor this tight ass. Eat it up!”
She thought about the thrill of the sensation. She thought of her husband, the handsome Dr. Stevens.
She waited expectantly for his cock to press and ram back and forth inside her wet, breathless anal canal.
She also looked forward to Kyle sucking her at the same time, as he was doing now.
She wished Kyle could get Dr. Stevens’ dick ready for her and use his mouth to get it to erection.
She expected that Dr. Stevens would let the two of them-she and Kyle-kneel in front of him for an hour, swallowing his meat stick, sucking his scrotum, and licking and sucking his rosebud-shaped anus.
She wanted the two men-Dr. Stevens and Kyle-to lean against the wall, spread their legs, and let her savor the taste of their hips.
Mrs. Stevens wants these things to happen. They will – I always love to make sure that everyone I control lives out his or her fantasies, even if I indoctrinate them.
For now, she had other things to think about.Kyle had finished with his tongue; the asshole was almost numb now, he was wetting it so furiously. He stepped back; she rolled over onto the cooler, in my silent grip. She looked at him; her eyes seemed to flicker with lust. She murmured dreamily, “Good boy ….. Good Boy ….. Teach you how to fuck a pussy properly …. Now use your cock …..” -But with the way she was looking at him, she now looked like a horny schoolgirl who had just tried this exciting fun and was hungry for more. She looked almost like she was begging.
Kyle grunts roughly and leans forward. He pulled the bottom of her bikini open and buried his face in her soaked petals for a long and deep lick of vexation, teasing the flooded orifice and chewing on her engorged secret bean.
Then he moved farther forward. He pulled back the piece of cloth at her tip and actually almost dropped it. He buried his face and sucked on Mrs. Stevens’ nipples, taking them and has tongue sliding over them.
Kyle had now kissed anus, pussy and nipples but had yet to kiss a girl. He kissed Mrs. Stevens’ breasts before moving up. I almost didn’t want him to kiss her yet, I wanted him to taste cock and scrotum and a man’s anus before his first kiss. But I think it was important for Mrs. Stevens to get a taste of the tongue that had been in her most intimate parts. And she was already very eager to kiss this boy and ask him to fuck her.
She was so obedient, I had to make her do it. So Kyle’s tongue burrowed inside her mouth and they kissed passionately; for quite a long time, and every time they breathed, Kyle heard Mrs. Stevens whisper, “I’m a slut, I’m horny, helpless slut ….. Fuck me …. .slut slut slut slut slut slut …. .fuck fuck fuck fuck …..”
Kyle is happily compelled. As I said, he was easier to manipulate – he wasn’t mentally oppressed. In any case, he couldn’t have decided to fuck Mrs. Stevens in the ass-at least not on his first time-without getting some advice.
Makes me conceited, but I often set up themes in my games. So I think having Kyle kiss Mrs. Stevens’ ass first is an important part of it. He doesn’t lose his virgin kiss as is traditional. I think it’s fair to let Kyle lubricate Mrs. Stevens’ anus for a long time before he’s allowed to reap the fruits of his labor.
Kyle’s cock is actually slightly purple already. If it weren’t for my mental restraint, he would’ve blown his load long before he crossed this backyard. Be that as it may, he had to hold back a little longer.
He stood up and showed his rod to Mrs. Stevens. It wasn’t very big-after all, it was only a fourteen year old boy-but it was stiff and purple and so stupid it made her gasp. Nasty thoughts flashed through her mind, too fast for her to think about them – she only knew how dirty it was, but they stirred her primal desires: she wanted to prepare Kyle’s cock with her mouth; she was expecting her husband to be doing it; she wished that Kyle had a room full of friends for her to teach like that; she was looking forward to – –
She felt Kyle’s glans at what had earlier been the cadre of her tongue-the entrance to her asshole. Her legs were open; her hands kneaded her bosoms, pulling on her long nipples. She slid forward a little to make it easier for Kyle.
(In case you’re wondering, two people are incapable of having anal sex on a cool chair in this typical situation. I have actually harmonized their sense of balance. I don’t mind doing this kind of thing if it can look more lively.)
Kyle fucked her anal canal. He scurried hard inside the wet rectum. She moaned. A last ounce of resistance came out of her and out of her (I traced it back to its source and found that it was due to the fact that her husband was the only person she’d ever had anal sex with, until now). When it happened this was the first time she had been unfaithful to her marriage vows. I crushed – and I mean, *crushed* – this last resistance, to use an extreme idea: it wouldn’t be the last time. She’s now a slut with everything to lose …..
….. And her husband won’t mind in any case, because they will get used to this way of life, at least for a while.
Kyle moans and roars as he jabs at her fat, snow-white ass, and Mrs. Stevens rubs two fingers against the probing secret bean, lustfully toying with herself, even more lustfully than when she was alone. The two of them were no longer preoccupied with each other-they were thinking of depravity, filthy lustful pleasures, so lacking in desire for each other.
After a considerable amount of time, Mrs. Stevens pressed down especially hard on her secret bean and began to wail in amazement: she had climaxed. She began to convulse and shudder as she let her middle finger visit her wetter-than-usual pussy, letting herself feel the pleasure of finger pumping as she climaxed.
The contractions rippled through Mrs. Stevens’ body – it *was* the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced, really – Kyle aside. I removed his physical restraint (if I didn’t, he’d be seriously damaged physically and psychologically) and a fountain of sticky white slime shot from the glans deep into Mrs. Stevens’ deepest recesses. He pulled out of his rod to allow enough of the remaining cum stuff to spray onto the base of Mrs. Stevens’ thighs.
(A 14 year old boy doesn’t normally produce that much semen, but Kyle hadn’t ejaculated in a week under my control, his reproductive system was increasing its output at my command, and as I’ve already told you, I can do anything I think will liven things up.)
The actual coitus between Mrs. Stevens and Kyle lasted less than five minutes, but that’s okay. But it didn’t matter, Mrs. Stevens was still wild and horny, and now that she’d loosened up, I could give her more control. She was actually trying to train Kyle to be possessive, to make him a good pet.
These will happen.Kyle is also very horny. He wasn’t physically able to plummet, and he wanted more anyway; he didn’t have that orgasmic return feeling. He just felt horny like never before-not just an erection.
Mrs. Stevens will take Kyle to her bedroom to begin conditioning him. He will learn quickly and well. He will learn so well that before long she will be a nervous girl again, begging him to come and fuck her wet, horny cunt.
This procedure will be repeated non-stop for hours until Dr. Stevens goes home and his mouth is still sore and moist after long hours of doing extra services with his patients, male and female.
Dr. Stevens hasn’t been around all day, though, so he’ll be so horny he’ll need a pair of cum containers, and when he sees his dear wife with the boy next door, he’ll waste no time stripping him down and quelling his lust as quickly as possible.
Things happened so fast, in fact, that none of them would have time between them to think about their new lifestyle. They would just enjoy and anticipate what kind of kinky pleasures awaited them. Until I additionally decided that it was time to add more kinky people to the world – a group of lucky sluts who would always get their way, and whose fantasies often became reality.
The way I want it to be.