Enhanced Sex A Discovery

Enhanced Sex Chapter Two - Discovery

Once Clare had positioned her mouth on Tim's cock, and with some mental instructions, she had was about to throat his cock successfully. Tim discovered that telepathy was like having a conversation. He could project his thoughts into a mind, like Clare's and then read what she was thinking. He found that he could diminished any feelings of disgust at taking his swollen cock in her throat and encourage the parts of her mind that gave her the sense of thrill at being his whore. Tim was learning how to synchronise his mind with hers and bring her own fantasies from the depths of her mind and allow them to play out here and now.

"Clare, would you like rub my cock on your face." Tim was still vocalising his commands, rather than just 'sending' his desires directly to her.

Immediately, Clare pulled off Tim's cock and using her right hand rubbed the wet, salvia coated member on her face. Thick transparent, bubble laden strings of her own lubrication trailed off his cock, as she rubbed it on her cheeks and nose. Tim could smell his own scent on her as she brushed her lips with him.

"Clare, lay on the bed and open your cunt lips for me." Tim smiled and immediately, she obeyed. With little care for her own arousal, Tim positioned himself between her legs, discarding any further clothes and slid a finger deep into her cunt.

"Clare, you love me, you desire me. This is the best sex you will evet have. You will deny me nothing. As I fuck you, you will thank me for it." Tim delved into his own fantasy now, but deep down, this new power had begun to erode his compassion for other humans. He now wanted Clare to do his bidding. He didn't want to hurt her, well not really but all the sexual tensions in his life welled up inside him.

He was going to fuck this woman like he always wanted to fuck the women in his life.

"Oh Yes, Tim, I love you. Use me for your pleasure. My cunt, my arse my mouth all of me for your plaything." Clare muttered.

Tim thrust into Clare's cunt firmly and begun to build up a rhythm. He wouldn't be able to sustain himself for long but then, he had all night if he wanted. Luckily, Clare was still aroused from the three-way fucking from earlier and with Tim's encouragement, and her own furious rubbing and fingering of her own pussy, now wet enough for further sex. Although Tim was unaware, his mental manipulation had awakened Clare's own deepest darkest desires, something she would have never expressed. As Tim rode her mercilessly, subliminally she was becoming submissive to his desires, as Tim's subconscious began to seep into her brain, his desires were being imprinted on her own.

Although, preoccupied with his own pleasure, Tim's enhancement noted the subtle shift in Clare's psyche and once Tim had reached his full arousal, he pulled out of her and registered this surprising change in Clare's mind as a mirror of his own. Her perceptions were now becoming merged with his own.

"You want to be used, don't you?" Tim pulled out of her, to ensure he didn't ejaculate too quickly. Even with his enhancement, he still worried that he wouldn't satisfy his lover. Clearly, he would have to abandon such social niceties now, he was above such concerns.

Wasn't he?

"Fuck the hell out of me!" Clare exclaimed as Tim thrust back into her. Tim found a renewed desire and strength in his thrusts, Clare was writhing and moaning, driven by her own lust but also Tim's. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tim began to suspect a subtle shift, Clare was now anticipating what he wanted her to ask for or do. The moment the thought formed in his mind, Clare was aware of it.

It was intoxicating but also disturbing.

Tim put her on her hands and knees, and enjoyed the sight of her taking him energetically, she looked back and him and even held her own cheeks open for him to admire her. Tim licked his thumb and slid it into Clare's winking anus and enjoyed the sensation of his own cock rubbing against the thing wall between the two orifices. The thought struck him.

As the thought of putting his cock in her arse, and the memory of the two consultants, still asleep in the bath, double-teaming her earlier, she begged for it.

"Fuck me in the arse!" Tim withdrew his stiffened member, spat on his fingers and smeared some of it on her arsehole and slid it into her. As he fucked her. Clare shifted to give him greater depth into her cavity. Her moans encouraged him, and her pleadings drove him to greater efforts. As Tim neared his climax, a random thought crossed Clare's mind.

"Let me suck your cock and cum in my mouth." Clare pleaded.

Anus to mouth was always something that Tim had fantasized about and now Clare was demanding it. A moment of hesitation caused Clare to interject.

"Do it, Tim. My ex used to let me. Please, please I want to taste my arse on your cock."

That was all the permission Tim needed.

With Clare sucking on his quivering shaft, savouring the muskiness of her own rectum, Tim could stand it no longer. He couldn't remember the last time he ejaculated so much. Clare positioned herself to get every drop and swirled it around her mouth and swallowed it for Tim's enjoyment. In that moment, Tim couldn't decide whether Clare or he had been in control.

This would take some considerable thought.

Upon discharge from the hospital, Tim was loath to return to work, after such a long hiatus and with his new-found abilities, he would build a new life.

However, this would take money, and a lot of it.

By the end of the week, Tim had settled his criminal blackmail of the two consultants, who were most eager to settle £ 50,000 each, over the course of tw months. They were most eager to avoid the explicit pictures of their heterosexual tryst as they had two prominent and wealthy wives, with political connections. Tim knew he shouldn't prolong the blackmail but the payments would be a good amount of seed money. He had managed implant a reassurance in the minds of the consultants that the picture destroyed and their careers safe. Tim was also happy to keep Clare in her position at the hospital, as a reminder of their vulnerability. The men rapid in cash, and Clare was his willing accomplice, storing the money in a self-storage unit.

Tim began to find the limits of this new enhancement, he could read and influence minds, but the human brain could resist him and when he wasn't focussed on them, their minds would recover. He found it vital to adjust memories, so that his influence tallied with their memories of their ordinary lives. He essentially learned to wipe out events and occurrences that might cause a full or partial recall.

Until he was certain that the blackmail money was safe to retrieve, Tim found ways to extract money from banks and building societies by influencing the tellers to give him cash from the drawers. Not too much from one outlet but enough that in a day he would accumulate a couple of thousand. But it was exhausting and time consuming.

He needed a mor efficient manner of getting money.

But that wasn't all he had on his mind.

As he was leaving his teaching post at a school across town, he decided that he would enjoy the company of a former colleague or two. As a history teacher and plain looking,ordinary but single he was rather overlooked by his female colleagues.

That would change now.

After handing in his notice, and because of the long stay in hospital he was no longer expected to return to teaching, but his leaving party was going to one for the history books.