I just spent $10,000 on what had to be a hoax, but my fellow U.S. attorney, Gina Brand, was right. How else to explain what was going on around this man. FBI agents didn’t march into a police precinct and come out thinking that a man could do no wrong. That he could break any law.
My phone buzzed on my hip. I pulled it off the plastic case on my belt. A new email. Confirmation that it was on the way. I swallowed at that. I had done it. I had a paper trail now connecting me to the subject.
I stared at that email. I kept reading it over and over again. It was on the way. It would be here in a few days. I even had a tracking number. I could monitor it traveling to me. This was insane. What was I going to do with a mind-control device?
What couldn’t I do with a mind-control device?
I swallowed, this pit forming in my stomach. If it truly controlled people, Dean Michaels had to be stopped. But how if he had this device. It was a problem with no solution. I could chase myself in circles trying to follow it.
Or I could use it. I mean, I was working for the government. I was a white hat. I put away the bad guys. I locked them up and threw away the key. With this, I could be even more effective. Suspects would never try to weasel out of crimes. I could just order them to tell the truth.
I would have people indoctrinated against Dean Michaels. They would be able to arrest him. Bring him to justice for what he did. He fucked a barely legal girl over the hood of her mother’s car. Just pounded her in the cunt. He enjoyed that tight and juicy twat.
And she had loved it. She had enjoyed every second of it. A swelling grew in my pants. I swallowed, my face blazing with heat. I rubbed my left hand on my slacks, my right still gripping the phone. Just a few more days, and I would—
The door opened and Gina Brand entered. My fellow U. S. attorney who was working on the file with me. She was a blonde in her thirties. She held a large, clear plastic bag from a restaurant with to-go boxes inside of it.
“You look like you saw a ghost,” she said, staring at me.
I couldn’t believe she was already back. How long had I been sitting here? “Just… this mind control shit is crazy. If it’s real… We have to figure this out.”
“Definitely,” she said. “Any ideas?”
I almost said, “I ordered a machine to test it,” but I held back. Using one certainly wasn’t ethical, but I had to know how it worked. What its weaknesses were. That was it. I ordered it for justice. I wouldn’t abuse it like Dean Michaels did.
I wouldn’t mind-control a girl to fuck me.
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Dean Michaels
I smiled as I received the confirmation email from the factory. The device was packaged up. UPS would pick it up in the morning and it would arrive at the customer, Preston John, in a few days. The second mind-control device sold.
Another $10,000 for the upgrade to the control center. This was becoming way too big to run out of my garage. I would need a proper data center. As more and more people bought them to shape their areas. We’d have to monitor them. Make sure they didn’t go too far.
The door opened to the garage from the kitchen. “Hey, I just had a great shoot.”
“Oh?” I asked, turning in my swivel chair to see my wife striding to me. Kimmie wore a short skirt and a tank top that fit her petite body. She had the genes that blessed her with looking young. Right now, she appeared in her twenties, but you put her in a schoolgirl outfit and she would pass for a cutie our daughters’ age. Nineteen or twenty.
Kimmie’s red pigtails swayed about her head as she sauntered to me. “We are going to make bank.”
“Great,” I said, sitting here naked.
She grabbed my cock and held me upright as she sat down on my lap. Her short skirt swayed. I quickly learned my wife wasn’t wearing panties. Her hot sheath engulfed my cock. I groaned as her tight cunt swallowed my dick. She sucked me in. I loved it. Her pussy slid down and down my shaft, taking me to the hilt.
I groaned again, the pleasure racing down my shaft to my balls. The heat engulfed my cock, wet and tight and juicy. My wife settled all the way down on me. Her pussy clenched about my dick as she leaned back into my chest. My arms went around her, savoring this moment.
“Mmm, I needed that,” moaned Kimmie. “The Eatons were so fun to play with. Mrs. Eaton looked so hot getting nailed by the Black guys.”
My wife really liked to mind-control other married women into fucking Black guys when she wasn’t making their husbands fuck their daughters. I held her to me, savoring her cunt’s juicy embrace about me.
“How was your day?” she asked. “Sitting here playing god?”
“A little bit,” I said. “And we had another order.”
“Nice,” she said. “Ooh, how long until they are being shipped around the world.”
“We’ll build up nice and slow,” I said. “Spreading the network. More and more places will come online and be connected to us. Vivian is working out the software for the data center.”
“When she’s not enjoying her harem of schoolgirls,” my wife purred. “She’s a naughty one.”
“And a happy one,” I pointed out. My hands slid up beneath my wife’s tank top to grope her small breasts. Her nipples rubbed hard into my palms.
“Mmm, happy,” said my wife. She looked at the bank of monitors. Each one displayed a different spy camera’s feed. Some were security camera vids while other ones were installed by us or people under commands. They let us see everywhere in our town that we had installed the mind-control devices. From right here, you could control anyone you saw on the cameras.
It was a heady exhilaration.
My wife’s cunt squeezed about my dick as she glanced up at the mall feed. She manipulated the controls and an image of the hallway of the mall appeared. It was in color, the camera in HD. It provided great quality. She smiled as the people walking along had their IDs on the screen. Most were the six-digit hexadecimal codes, but several had customized ones.
“Cute Blonde Tits” was clearly one of June’s.
“What are you up to?” I asked, my wife’s pussy clenching about my cock and relaxing. She massaged me.
“Oh, you know, I think I spotted a shoplifter,” she said and typed on the screen. One of the figures, Officer Jones, stopped in his walk. His head swiveled to track a pair of women walking by. No, a MILF and a young woman. Her daughter? They both had similar shades of brown hair.
“Two shoplifters?” I asked as my wife typed more.
The cop marched after the women and gave them an order. Both ladies froze. They turned around and looked at him. They were mother and daughter. Their faces held a similar shape in the cheekbones. The daughter was wearing trendy jeans and a negligee-like top that hung from spaghetti straps and draped over her round breasts. Mother wore a t-shirt and white capris, her ankles exposed and wearing heels.
There was no sound, but the officer ordered them to the wall. They both complied, heading to it and putting their hands against it. My dick throbbed in my wife’s cunt as she kept typing. Kept sending out commands to them.
The mall’s pedestrian traffic streaming by them without anyone stopping, the cop slid up behind the mother and began frisking her. He was a young man, fit, his black hair buzzed into a flat top. He slid his hands down her back to her ass, giving her rump a squeeze. The daughter looked over, but her expression was hard to read at this angle.
My wife squirmed on me, her twat stirring around my cock. I groaned, savoring the silky grip of her cunt about my dick. The hot heat of her snatch. The ache grew at the tip. My balls tightened as I watched the cop molesting the women.
“You’re wicked, Kimmie,” I groaned.
“I know,” she purred. “Ooh, look at him go.”
The cop reached around the mother and shoved his hands up beneath her top. He went for the woman’s big boobs. He squeezed and kneaded them. He made sure she wasn’t hiding anything in her bra.
The daughter wiggled her ass.
“Is she getting wet?” I asked, staring at that girl squirming in her trendy jeans. They hugged her young rump.
“Which one?” my wife asked. “They both should be.”
The mother threw back her head. I’d say she was moaning, loving being frisked by the cop. He groped her for another moment then his hands slid down. He went for the fly of her capris, fumbling around. I smiled as he clearly opened her fastener and zipper.
Then he yanked them down. The woman wore purple panties that clung to her rump. He hauled those capris to her ankles, kneeling down behind her. Then his fingers hooked her panties and yanked them down, too, giving him a front-row seat at the woman’s rump and pussy.
“Shaved or not shaved?” my wife asked, her pussy sliding an inch or two up my cock and then slamming back down, more than enough movement to stimulate my tip.
“Mother’s got a bush and daughter’s shaved,” I groaned.
The cop grabbed the mother’s rump, squeezing her again as he stood up. My wife typed something, her twat clenching and relaxing on my dick. The cop spun the woman around. From this angle, we could see the front of her. She was shaved. My wife laughed.
“Wrong on one,” she said. “Mmm, a MILF with a shaved twat. That’s so hot.”
The cop shoved his hand between the mother’s thighs. Her breasts jiggled in her top. She threw back her head as he fingered her. It was clear he had at least a couple of his digits in her cunt. The daughter watched, her ass wiggling even more.
The woman’s mouth opened wide. I wished there was sound to hear her passion. My wife purred in delight, squirming on my lap. The pleasure flowed down my dick as I enjoyed the show she put on for us to watch.
Better than anything on cable.
The cop pulled his hand out from the mother’s pussy and held up the fingers. The woman giggled and held up her hands together, wrists pressed tight. It was clear she was guilty of what he accused her of having: a hot cunt. The cop barked an order. She took off her top and bra, spilling out a large pair of breasts.
Then he slapped cuffs on her.
She leaned against the wall as he moved over to the daughter. The girl, eighteen or nineteen, wiggled her rump more. She had a flushed face. I could see the red from here. The cop wiped the fingers that had been in her mother’s cunt on the girl’s cheek and down to her lips.
She sucked on them.
“Ooh, I didn’t tell him to do that,” my wife groaned. She leaned back into me. I massaged her small breasts, her nipples hard against my palm.
“It’s fun when they get into it,” I groaned.
“Mmm, yes,” moaned my wife. “You should have seen Mr. Eaton with his daughter. How he ravished that virgin. It was so sexy.”
“Family movie night?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, yes,” my wife moaned. “The girls will love it.”
My girls were all pregnant. So was my wife. She had finally been bred. I squeezed her tits. They would be lactating again. With both of her previous pregnancies, her tits had barely grown at all and then they had shrunk back to her little A cups pretty fast. I pinched her nipples while watching the screen.
The cop groped the girl’s ass while she just peeled off her negligee top as he did. She wiggled her rump, a pink bra cupping her breasts. The cop’s big hands kneaded her rump through her jeans. Then he slid up her stomach. He pushed up her breasts.
The girl’s round, young tits filled his hands. He massaged and kneaded them. The girl moaned, rubbing her ass back into his crotch. The mother fingered her cunt as she watched, the handcuffs gleaming between her thighs.
“Oh, yes, yes,” my wife moaned, her excitement groaning. “Mommy’s getting hot watching. I didn’t tell her to do that, either.”
“She loves the sight of that hunk molesting her daughter, huh?” I asked.
“Mmm, every mother does,” she moaned. “You just have to awaken that naughty slut in them.”
I smiled and then groaned. My wife squirmed again, her pussy teasing my cock. It wasn’t enough to make me cum but kept me on the edge. Pleasure flowed down my cock as my wife’s pussy held me. I pinched her nipples. She gasped and shuddered on me.
The cop slid his hands down the girl’s sides. He unsnapped those tight jeans. He knelt behind the daughter. He yanked down her pants. He pulled them down with a hard yank. They spilled off her rump, her butt-cheeks exposed. A pink thong vanished into her crack.
“Mmm, she’s going to be shaved,” I groaned. “Like mother and daughter.”
“Uh-huh,” my wife moaned, her voice getting throaty as I pinched her nipples. “Dean! Yes!”
“You like that, huh?” I purred. “Does my naughty Kimmie like it when Daddy plays with her nipples.”
“Yes, Daddy,” my wife moaned, her voice sounding so girlish. “Mmm, I like it a lot. I love your big dick being in my pussy, too, Daddy.”
My cock throbbed even harder at her words. My balls tightened. She squirmed more on me as the cop ripped down the girl’s thong and spun her around. To my shock, the girl had a bush. Brown and trimmed, but it was there.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Daddy was wrong about her,” moaned Kimmie, “but all his daughters have shaved cunts. June, Dusk, and his wicked Kimmie. All those pregnant daughter-pussies shaved bare and girlish.”
“Yes,” I growled as the cop buried his face into the daughter’s cunt.
He ate the girl out to search her. She moaned while her mother leaned in and kissed the girl. The lesbian incest was such a hot sight to see. Their lips sealed tight. Their tongues danced. I groaned. My wife moaned. She bounced on me for a moment, sliding up and then down.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“I know, Daddy,” Kimmie moaned. “Ooh, look at that naughty mommy.”
As the mother kissed her daughter, she reached her cuffed hands out and groped the girl’s tits. The naughty mommy groped her daughter’s boobs, kneading them as they kissed. The cop kept eating the girl out, feasting on that barely legal muff.
My dick throbbed. I envied the cop. I bet that pussy tasted delicious. I pinched my wife’s nipples harder. She groaned, squirming on me. She teased me. I teased her. We worked each other into a frenzy as we watched.
The girl broke the kiss with her mother. She gasped and moaned, her face twisting in pleasure.
“Mommy, Mommy,” cooed my wife, pitching her voice to be a little different. “Oh, Mommy, the officer is searching my pussy with his tongue.”
“That’s because you’ve been a bad girl,” my wife then said in a deeper, more mature voice as the mother appeared to be talking. “You probably have something deep in there. I think you have to search her with your cock, Officer.”
The cop lifted his head. I said in a deep voice, “You’re right. The little slut could have anything buried deep in her.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I could,” my wife moaned in the girl’s voice. “Search my cunt, Officer.”
The cop rose and attacked his fly. “Going to shove this dick so deep in your cunt,” I growled in a gravelly voice. “Going to fuck that cunt of yours hard, you little slut. Shoplifting’s a serious matter.”
“Yes, yes, fuck my daughter’s cunt!” husked Kimmie, her pussy sliding up and down my cock. “Fuck her hard. She’s a wicked slut.”
The cop produced his dick.
“Yes, yes, fuck me with it,” squealed Kimmie in her girlish voice. “Ram that cock into me, Officer.”
“So hard and fast,” I growled, twisting my wife’s nipples. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum. You want something to smuggle in your cunt, you can have my seed?”
“Your baby, Officer,” husked my wife in the mom’s voice. “Let me help you breed my daughter.”
The mother grabbed the cop’s dick and guided his dick to her daughter’s cunt. He slammed into the girl with a hard plunge. My wife clenched her cunt down on my dick. She moaned and leaned forward, bracing her hands on the workbench before us.
She used her hands as leverage to work her pussy up and down my dick as we watched the cop fucking the girl. He pounded the girl hard and fast. He fucked her with powerful strokes. He buried his cock into her, the girl pinned against the wall, her jeans around her ankles.
“Damn,” I groaned, my wife’s cunt sliding up and down my cock. “Work that pussy up and down daddy’s dick, Kimmie.”
“Yes, Daddy!” she moaned, her pigtails dancing. “Daddy’s big dick feels so good in my bred pussy. I’m going to cum so hard.”
“Good,” I growled.
My balls tightened now. The teasing was over. Time to erupt.
The cop fucked the daughter hard while my wife’s cunt massaged my dick. She felt amazing about me. Just the best. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing. I rose towards my orgasm.
My hands slid down from my wife’s tits. I grabbed her hips and worked her cunt up and down my dick. I pumped her with hard strokes. Her pussy clenched about my cock. She gripped me with her juicy snatch.
My balls tightened. The heat swelled and swelled in me as I watched the cop fucking the girl, the mother masturbating to the sight. My wife’s pussy slammed down my cock then I lifted her up. My face twisted, glasses shifting.
“Daddy! Daddy!” my wife gasped as her pussy writhed around my cock.
She slammed down my dick. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed. Her cunt massaged around my aching shaft. It was incredible to feel. I groaned, loving every second of her snatch spasming about my cock. I shuddered, the heat rushing through my body.
“Fuck!” I growled and erupted in her. I fired my spunk into my wife’s cunt.
Spurt after spurt after spurt of cum. The pleasure slammed into my mind. The stars burst across my vision. It was incredible. I groaned, loving every second of this heat surging through me. I shuddered at that hot cunt writhing around my erupting cock.
I pumped her full of my jizz. She moaned, trembling on me. She cried out her orgasm. She squirmed on me, her pussy sucking out all the cum in my balls. I hit that peak as my wife slumped back against my chest, panting.
“Daddy,” she mewled.
“Mmm, my naughty Kimmie,” I said, squeezing her tits. I stared up at the screen, the cop dumping his cum into the girl. “Looks like he’s done searching the girl.
“Now he has to search the mom while she cleans the girl up,” my wife said, reaching for the keyboard to type away.
I smiled, savoring the heat rushing through my body. Things were going great.
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John Preston
It was all I could do to suffer through work a few days later. I had my normal cases to work on, a plea meeting with a defense attorney, and in the back of my mind was the knowledge that the device had arrived this morning. 10:13 AM, according to the email I received.
It was at the manager’s office at my apartment building waiting for me to pick it up. I just had to get out of work. I had to escape Gina and our endless, circular talks about what to do with Dean Michaels. I knew what to do with him I just had to use the device.
“We should do another strategy meeting,” Gina said as 5 o’clock came around. “There has to be a way to get Dean. Put some drone surveillance up. Find him when he’s nowhere near one of those devices.”
“And where is that?” I asked Gina.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” she said. “The ultra-high frequency sound waves it emits means it makes noise, right? Noise a drone or something can detect. I’ve been asking some tech guys. I think we could build a detector. The website says the full machine has a range of two hundred yards. We can start to measure it. We know there’s one at the college where he teaches, the police station, and his home. Once we can map them, then we wait for a place that’s not covered.”
“Sure, sure,” I said. “Write it up, but I have to go. I have an… an appointment.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s my… my mother,” I said, grabbing my coat.
“Doesn’t she live in Phoenix?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, hurrying to the door. “It’s a Zoom meeting.” Did that make any sense?
“Okay,” she said slowly. “I have this subpoena into his business. You want to look over it?”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” I said and was out the door.
I hurried home as fast as the Uber Driver would carry me. I didn’t own a car right now. Parking was just too much in the city. I reached my apartment and headed to the manager’s office. There it was. A brown box. It was a little bigger than a microwave. I held it in my hand, trembling. This couldn’t be real.
I hurried upstairs to my apartment. I passed my neighbor’s door, the gorgeous Janet Marlow’s place, and then reached my own. I slipped inside and set the box on my coffee table. I took a moment to calm myself down. I undid my cufflinks and ripped off my tie. I grabbed a pocket knife and slit it open. A plastic package with instructions, a USB cable, a power cord, and a CD was inside lying on foam insulation. I opened it and found my owner’s manual.
I flicked through it and saw I needed to plug this into a computer first. I carried the box into my office, the second bedroom of my apartment. It was a bit of a mess, stacks of case files in the corner, torn-open bill envelopes scattered over my keyboard. I swept those into the can and booted up.
It had never taken longer for Windows to load in my fucking life.
I popped in the disc and ran the installation. Then an interface popped up. Mind Control Version 1.03. A pop up appeared asking if I wanted a tutorial. I clicked, yes, my hands shaking as a screen loaded up.
First, connect your device to the computer and power it on. Use the provided USB Cable.
“Right,” I muttered and turned to the box. I pulled away the packaging foam and found a sleek-looking black box that was the size of a VCR I remember my family owning when I was a kid. A big and bulky thing. I set it on the floor and plugged it into the wall and the computer. I pushed an on button. Lights flashed. The device powered up.
Detecting device…
Detecting device…
Device detected!
I smiled as the screen loaded in. There was a Google map of my apartment building and the surrounding blocks. Dots appeared across it. Hundreds of dots. A bewildering amount of dots. I furrowed my brow as the next pop up appeared.
This is the map screen. From here, you can see the people who are in range that are detected by the device. It can take a moment for a new device to catalog and connect to our servers to tag them.
“Servers?” I said. That should worry me, I was connecting to Dean Michaels’s computers, but he was a great guy. Trustworthy. Not someone I needed to be worried about at all.
At first, people will have a randomly assigned hexadecimal code, the tutorial read, but users can tag them with a unique designation. You can edit anyone around you and, so long as that unique name hasn’t been chosen, they will be labeled that way.
“Right,” I muttered.
Now this is the command window, the tutorial said, highlighting a box on the left side. People you *********** will appear here. You can type in specific commands or you can run a variety of pre-***********ed commands. You can even affect everyone who enters the device’s influence range. The Ignore command is great for that as people will ignore any device-influenced behavior. Incest command is another popular one as is Arousal for the men. This will keep them going and going.
“Shit,” I muttered. “Incest? Arousal.”
You should try it out on a dot near you. The device is detecting that you are in a multi-level building. You can filter out anyone who isn’t on your floor with the filter options over here. Another smaller window was highlighted. It could let me set a gender, age range, or elevation level.
I ***********ed my elevation level and most of the dots vanished. There were about twenty left, no longer piled on each other. Each one had a hexadecimal code. There was another dot, this one a bright blue.
That was the device, which meant the red dot next to it labeled 252DB4 was me. I shuddered, realizing that I could be mind-controlled. But who would do that to me? I was the only one with access to the device.
Then I noticed the next nearest dot, 630F3D. It was just on the other side of the wall in Janet Marlow’s apartment. I swallowed. I had to test this out, right. I tapped that dot and it appeared on the screen. I double-clicked on the code and relabeled the dot to Janet Marlow.
Name approved!
Now she was relabeled. I swallowed and wondered what I should do to test it. Flashes of Dean Michaels fucking that girl over the back of her mother’s car popped into my head. I knew what Dean Michaels would use this device to do.
And Dean Michaels was a great guy.
I mean, if it was okay for him to fuck a barely legal girl over the hood of his car, how bad was it for me to use the device on my neighbor? She was a blonde woman my age. Late thirties. In great shape. A single mother.
My dick throbbed. I’d been working hard for a while. I hadn’t had time to do any hooking up. I could use a break. And it wasn’t like she wouldn’t enjoy it. I glanced down at the device. I mean, I had to know how this worked to… to…
Why did I want to prosecute Dean Michaels? That didn’t make any sense. He was a great guy. No, no, I should use this device to make sure criminals didn’t get away with crimes. So I had to do a test run.
I swallowed and stood up. I needed to change. I didn’t want to be a slob. I’d been working hard for a few days. Janet deserved a guy who had showered. And shaved. I headed to the bathroom like I was getting ready for a date, whistling.
I showered, shaved my face the moment I stepped out and slapped on the aftershave. The familiar burn spread over my cheeks. I spritzed some cologne on and grabbed a robe, my cock harder than it had been in a while.
I checked and found I had a good bottle of whiskey. Drinks, of course. I mean, I wasn’t uncivilized. I smiled and then headed back to the laptop. Janet Marlow had moved further into her apartment. She must be in her bedroom.
Janet Marlow;Dress in something sexy because you have a hot date with 252DB4
ENTER!
I shuddered as I sent my first command. The dot moved. I smiled, watching the dot flitting around a room, getting ready. I quickly renamed my own dot to Preston because fuck typing in all those numbers and letters carefully.
Janet Marlow;Once dressed, you are horny and need to get laid. Preston next door turns you on. Head over to his apartment, knock on his door, and when he opens the door tell him you need to get laid and ask him to eat your pussy and fuck you hard
That was perfect. I was nice and shaved. Ladies liked a shaved face on their twats. I hit enter and shuddered as the dot moved. She slipped out of her apartment. I couldn’t see the floor plan, but when she stopped, I knew she was at my door.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
I smiled, my dick tenting the front of my blue robe. I sauntered through my apartment, ready to get laid. This mind-control device was something special. I grabbed the doorknob and wrenched it open. I smiled at…
Shannon Marlow.
“Mr. Preston, I need to get laid!” the eighteen-year-old daughter of Janet Marlow exclaimed. She was a slender, blonde girl wearing a tight belly shirt that left her midriff bare and a short skirt that swirled about her thighs as she wiggled her hips. “Will you eat my pussy and fuck me hard? Pretty, pretty please. I’m so horny!”
Then the girl threw herself at me, hugging me tight. I didn’t order her to do that. I stood there stunned. I didn’t want to have sex with a young girl. I liked women my own age, but… but… She was squirming against me. Her cute face looked up at me, blue eyes sparkling in wanton need.
“God, you’re so handsome, Mr. Preston,” she cooed, body squirming against me. My dick throbbed.
I couldn’t do this. Eighteen was too young. But… Dean Michaels had fucked a girl as young over the hood of her mother’s car. If he could do it… My dick throbbed. I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. I was a prosecuting attorney. It was my job to punish the bad guys.
What I was doing was bad, right? Maybe it was okay for Dean Michaels to do it, but I wasn’t him. The girl squirmed against me. She ground on me, making these hot and throaty noises. My hands moved on their own, cupping her ass.
“Have you ever… had sex?” I asked her.
“I’ve used a dildo,” she said and blushed. “My mom’s. And I’ve blown a boy or two.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, kneading her young rump. So perky. So delicious. This was so wrong, but…
I had the device. She was wet and ready. She wanted it. I could see it in her eyes. She was so ready to be devoured by me. She needed me to feast on her pussy. I had to do this, right? I had to enjoy her. To make sure the device worked.
After all, I spent $10,000 on it. I should enjoy it.
I kissed her with hunger. My lips captured hers. She melted against me, hugging me tighter. My dick throbbed as my tongue swirled through the eighteen-year-old girl’s mouth. My tongue danced about in her mouth as I pulled her back towards my bedroom.
She didn’t resist. She just kissed me, whimpering into it. She was like putty in my hands. She was ready to be molded by me. Shaped. This was so wild. So hot. No wonder Dean Michaels fucked that young girl.
He could do it, and the girl had loved it.
Why not me?
I pushed Shannon down on the bed. The girl broke from me, falling down onto the sheets. She stared up at me with such feverish eyes. There was no lie in those eyes. Those were the eyes of a young woman who needed to be fucked hard by a man.
By me.
“Oh, Mr. Preston,” she moaned, pulling up her thighs. “I put on my sexiest panties. The ones my mom doesn’t know I own.” She pulled her skirt up even higher, exposing a pair of satin panties clinging to her flesh. Little tufts of blonde hair peeked out. They were a sleek pair with a high cut. Over her pubic mound there was a heart formed by little holes in the fabric that let more of her bush bleed out. “Just for you.”
“They’re gorgeous,” I growled, eager to eat young hair pie. I hadn’t gone down a girl this young in thirty or more years. Not since I was eighteen. I hungered for it. Salivated. I slid my hands up her youthful thighs.
Skin so smooth. Like silk. As pale as milk. I groaned, my tan hands caressing up her sleek flesh. She shuddered, whimpering. I breathed in and, over the cologne, aftershave, and her perfume a naughty scent arose. Sweet. Aroused.
A girl’s hot cunt. Virgin pussy dripping with excitement.
I slid my hands over her panties. A bestial urge to rip them off of her, to tear them free, seized me. But I had to be gentle. Respectful. This girl didn’t deserve to have her panties ripped in half. She needed a man to respect her. I licked my lips. I could be respectful. Oh, yes, I could treat this girl right. My dick twitched and throbbed, aching to just slam into her cunt. I would fuck her so hard, but first…
I would eat her out.
I slid the panties off her hips with care. She squirmed there, her eyes so bright. She kneaded her little titties through her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, was she? Oh, no, not for those little handfuls. I stared at them as I slid her panties up her legs. She lifted them in the air, her bare toes flexing and twisting.
God, she was a sultry thing. Just so fucking sexy. I hungered for her. I would enjoy devouring her. My dick throbbed as I ripped her panties off. Her thighs fell open as they stretched out around me. Her blonde bush gleamed with her excitement. The rush of sweet pussy filled my nose. I breathed it in and groaned.
“Mr. Preston, I need you to eat out my pussy and then fuck me hard!” she moaned, just like I had programmed her. “I’m so horny. I want you so badly. You’re so sexy! Mmm, yes, yes!”
I fell on her cunt with a wild passion. I descended on her with a hunger that had to be satiated. A wonderful delight that I had to devour. I would lick and lap at her I would feast on her. It would be delicious. A treat to eat her out.
I pressed my face into her twat. My ex-wife and I never had any children. Pity, I could have my own daughter to devour like this. The thought floated through my mind. Dean Michaels enjoyed incest. Pity I couldn’t.
But I could enjoy Shannon.
She gasped as my tongue fluttered up and down her virgin pussy. Fucking a dildo didn’t count. She was a virgin until a man was in her. Me. My dick throbbed in my robe as her silky curls rubbed on my face and her sweet juices stained my mouth.
She gasped and squirmed against me. She humped herself, her hands groping her tits as she moaned out her bliss. She loved what I was doing to her. I was giving her body rapture, and she loved it. That made my dick so hard. Made me throb and ache. The pressure swelled in my nuts. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Mr. Preston. Mr. Preston, sir!” she moaned, trembling. “That’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re eating me out. I love it.”
I loved the sounds she made. How she gasped and groaned. How she shuddered against me. It was this wonderful delight to hear. I licked and lapped at her juicy cunt. I thrust my tongue into her depths and swirled around in her.
Her sweet juices coated my tongue. I swirled about in her pussy. I caressed her with such hunger. My tongue danced through her cunt. I fluttered my tongue up and down her juicy slit. I flicked her clit. She bucked in delight.
“Mr. Preston!”
“You like that, huh?” I growled and licked her clit again.
“Yes!” she moaned. She trembled there. “Oh, yes, yes, I like that a lot, Mr. Preston!”
I grinned and flicked her there again. I licked at her clit with hunger. I liked the taste of her. I caressed her with hunger. I savored the delight of her little bud beneath my tongue. I sucked on her. She gasped, squeezing her thighs about my face.
Her hands groped her tits through her crop shirt. She squirmed on her back. I loved it. I licked and lapped at her, my dick throbbing, aching. I wanted to enjoy her. I wanted to plunder her cunt, but I had to make her cum.
I thrust a pair of digits into her pussy and nursed on her clit. Her twat squeezed around me. She bucked harder. Her fingers dug into her tits. She massaged them. Her face twisted in pleasure. It was such a wild thing to watch.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Mr. Preston, you’re fingers feel amazing in me. Oh, yes, yes, that’s it. That’s perfect. I’m going to cum!”
“Good,” I growled and sucked harder on her clit.
She gasped. Her pussy clamped down on my digits reaming in and out of her juicy depths. It made my dick throb and ache thinking that I would ram into her hard. I would fuck her with passion. Just make her scream her pretty little head off with my cock.
But first I would do that with my lips and fingers.
I nibbled on her bud, her silky bush rubbing against my face. Her sweet cream soaked my taste buds. The eighteen-year-old temptress bucked against me. She gasped and moaned, groaning out her passion. She was such a sexy thing. Her body bucked.
“Mr. Preston!”
Her pussy cream gushed out of her cunt. They flooded out of her twat and spilled into my mouth. I licked at her twat. I drank them all up. I savored the taste of her. I closed my eyes, loving every moment of her passion. She groaned, squeezing her thighs about my face.
“Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Preston!” she gasped. “That’s so good. Better than with my mother’s dildo.”
“It’ll be even better with my cock,” I growled as I licked up her juices.
She trembled through her climax. She moaned out her passion. I licked up all of Shannon’s juices. I devoured them. They tasted amazing. Just a delicious treat to enjoy. Her cunt convulsed around my digits, sucking at them.
My dick throbbed.
“Fuck!” I growled and sat up, ripping my fingers out of her cunt. “Show me those tits!”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Preston,” she groaned and shoved up her top. Her breasts popped out. They were so firm and perky, topped by light-pink nipples.
I unbelted my robe and tore it off. It fell from my body. She gasped at my cock bobbing out. She bit her lip, staring at me with hunger. She squeezed those little titties directly now. She massaged them as she whimpered out her delight. She was ready to be fucked hard. She needed it.
My dick throbbed at the sight of her nubile body. I leaned down, hungering for her. I cupped her breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, her hands sliding through my hair. She held me to her as I nibbled on her nub.
“Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Preston,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. Ooh, that’s amazing.”
I needed to be in her pussy. Her nipple was fun to play with, but my dick throbbed. I had a barely legal girl to fuck. A virgin pussy to introduce cocks to. My cock. I popped my mouth off her nub and slid up her body, my dick nuzzling into her cunt.
I pushed my dick against her twat. I savored the feel of her pussy lips sliding around my cock. That wonderful experience of hot cuntlips caressing me. I groaned, savoring the way her labia slid wet over the crown of my dick. That silky sheath embraced me.
“Mr. Preston!” she whimpered, her face twisting in delight as my cock slid into her. “Yes, yes, this is what I need. For you to fuck me!”
“I’ll fuck you so hard,” I groaned, sinking to the hilt in her.
I loved the feel of her cunt around my dick. I bottomed out in her. She hugged me tight, fingernails biting into my back. Her twat squeezed my cock. She groaned, her little titties rubbing into my chest. Nipples hard.
I drew back, her silky twat clinging to me. My spongy crown drank in the wet friction. Pleasure flowed down to my balls. They grew tight, filling up with all that jizz that I would fire into her cunt. I would just pump her full of all my jizz.
It would be incredible.
I slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked hard and deep into her, loving the way her twat gripped my dick. She held me tight. It was incredible. I groaned, loving that silky, hot snatch around me.
I fucked Shannon harder and harder. My balls smacked into her taint. The girl moaned, trembling beneath me. She writhed, her hips moving, stirring her cunt around my dick. She gasped out her delight, her face twisting in delight.
Such joy burst in her eyes. I loved the sight of her expression blazing with delight. I grinned at her, thrusting away at her cunt. I plundered her snatch with powerful strokes I buried into her again and again. She gripped me. She held me tight. Her moans echoed through the room as I buried my dick into her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Preston,” she gasped. “Oh, your dick is amazing. It’s better than my mom’s dildo.”
“Your pussy is amazing,” I growled. “I’m so glad you were home and not your mother.” I almost fucked that older woman, almost missing out on this amazing delight. Young cunt squeezed about my dick. “Fuck, yes!”
My balls swelled with my cum. I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried my cock to the hilt in her cunt with powerful strokes. I slammed into her, reveling in the hot feel of her twat around my dick.
She trembled beneath me. Her pussy clenched around my dick. She held me tight. It was heaven to plunder her young snatch. Her silky flesh gripped me, the friction swelling my orgasm. I groaned, my balls smacking into her flesh. I buried into her again and again.
I plowed into her cunt, loving how she squirmed beneath me. How she bucked and moaned. Her fingernails clawed at my back. She scratched at me as I drove my dick into her. Her flesh sucked at me. I growled, hurtling towards that moment of eruption.
“God, Shannon!” I growled. “Your cunt… Fuck, that’s a tight pussy.”
“You’re so big, Mr. Preston!” she whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re so big. So thick. I’m going to cum.”
“Good!”
I slammed into her, the pressure swelling. Just a few more strokes into her tight cunt, and I would be erupting in her. I slammed into her as hard as I could. I savored her twat sucking at me as I drew back.
It was heaven.
I buried my cock to the hilt in her and erupted. I dumped my cum into Shannon’s eighteen-year-old pussy. She gasped, her cunt squeezing down hard on my dick. She trembled beneath me, her fingernails raking my back.
Her pussy convulsed around my cock.
“Mr. Preston!” she squealed.
Her youthful cunt writhed around my dick. She sucked at me, milking my cock. It was incredible. I groaned, savoring the delight of spurting blast after blast of my jizz into her. I basted her pussy, the pleasure crashing into my mind.
Every spurt was rapture.
I groaned, thoughts burst through my mind. I could use this device. I could make something spectacular with it. I could use it to build up my own power. Get people to listen to me. Make changes. Stop bad guys, put them away. Shape the laws.
I had power at my fingertips. $10,000 for true power. It was so cheap. I spilled the last of my seed into Shannon. There were other young girls out there I could enjoy, too. Other ones I could program to love my cock while I made this world a better place.
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Vivian Bailey
Michelle, a eighteen-year-old freshman in my harem, licked at my pussy as I stared at the new device that had logged onto the network. I smiled as I saw the name of the registered user. John Preston.
“Who are you?” I wondered as I savored that tongue licking my pussy. I started doing some snooping.
To be continued…