I sat in my office with the door closed, trying to wrap my mind around what had happened in the conference room over the last hour. Not only did I have sex with Charity, but also with Aki, the lawyer that had been sent to negotiate with us. I'd had sex with enough women in the last two weeks that having sex with a strange woman wasn't a big surprise. Having strange women get close to me suddenly want to have sex with me was getting to be a normal thing. What wasn't normal was this sudden situation where almost as soon as I started having sex, I was thrust into some memory of theirs, in their shoes.
To say it was unnerving to suddenly find that I had tits and a pussy was the understatement of the century. How I'd suddenly gone from feeling the sensations of their orgasms flowing through me to being them was beyond me. All I had to go on was that Aphrodite "liked" me and wanted to "play" with me. So apparently, this was something she was doing, linking me into whatever memory she had dredged up in my partners mind.
It was definitely a unique experience to share several women's first time experiences. And it certainly gave us both a rather intense climax, which I was sure Aphrodite was enjoying. Now that she was making more disciples, she probably had access to all the sex she wanted. But then maybe more was always better?
Still, I didn't understand what had happened with Charity. She'd had no interest in me, even when she got close to me, or in sharing in the near-perpetual orgies happening around the building. It was fun to see women I'd known for years, running around naked, showing me their tits and pussies. It was even kinda fun to have more than a couple of them decide to try me on for size. But Charity, she was different. She'd seemed completely unaffected by any of what was going on, until today.
I sat back and stared at my computer screen, knowing I needed to get some kind of work done, but I couldn't seem able to concentrate on anything. I just kept going back to the vivid memory of myself... Charity... having sex in the elevator with that woman. If I closed my eyes, I could feel her hands on my tits and my body squirting like a fountain at that other couple. Knowing that women did it was one thing, feeling the momentary surge of emotion and sensations as one climaxed and funneled that energy though me to Aphrodite was unnerving. But this... I could still feel my body... or her body, being stimulated until I came that way. If nothing else, it gave me a whole new appreciation for what my wife Lydia felt every time I'd made her climax that way. I could see why she wanted it as much as she did. It could become addicting.
I tried to shake away thoughts of sex and read the paragraph on my computer for the fifth or sixth time in a row. I gave up and leaned back again. What was so different about Aki that her perspective was different. In her case it seemed to be a memory, but how did I fit in? It wasn't my memory, yet I was there. I was part of the whole event.
I sat with my fingers on the keyboard, thinking about how the other Japanese girl had looked with her boyfriend trying to get her naked on the bus, and then how Aki had suddenly decided to use me, or whoever I'd represented, to have an "in your face" moment. Both memories bothered me, Charity's because it was so damn real, and Aki's because it had been just as real, but from a much different perspective. Why had Aphrodite pushed me into both of those situations? Was this her idea of having fun?
Yes it was very fun. But I didn't do it. You did.
I saw those words appear on the screen. "What the hell?" I asked myself. I knew damn well I didn't type it, and Aphrodite hadn't moved my fingers for me like before, but there it was!
I no longer need to make your fingers move. I can feel the impulses flowing through the device under your hand. A strange way to communicate, but effective for the moment.
"Wait. You can feel the electrical signals in the keyboard? How?"
Does it matter how?
"I guess not," I said quietly. "You said you didn't do it. You didn't do what?"
You wanted to know why I put you into those women's minds the way I did. I didn't, this time. You did.
"I did... How did I do that? I know if I think about sex with some woman, you'll reach out and touch her mind and make her want it. I get that. But I don't do that, you do."
I no longer need to. You have gained enough power to do it on your own. Lydia hasn't realized it yet, but she's doing it too. She thinks it's me as well, but it's not. It's her projecting her wants and desires straight into another's mind.
"So she can just think sexy to a guy and convince him to have sex?"
Man or woman. It does not matter. Yes, she has that power now. It grows within her like yours grows within you. If you close your eyes and think of me, you could commune directly with me, much like we did in your dreams. But I can feel your hesitation.
"I don't want to. I don't even want to be having sex with all these women."
Why do you do that?
"Do what?"
Pretend you do not want the gift I have given you. You seem to think it is somehow wrong. Yet, you enjoy the results. You enjoy all the sexual stimulation and the encounters that you think Lydia would reject. You might be surprised at what things she has done of her own will thinking it was mine.
"She's having sex I don't know about?"
I told you that you have grown strong. Use your mind. Close your eyes and reach out to her. Reach out to your wife and see what she sees and feels right now. You have the power.
I hesitated and then closed my eyes. I tried first to think of her, but it didn't seem to be working. I felt Aphrodite reach in and sweep away all thought to just let my mind float and then let thoughts of my wife slowly seep into the quiet of my mind. At first it was just the feeling that someone was watching, and then so much more. My heart beat in my chest, softly at first, and then harder. It took a few moments before I felt a second heartbeat. It was pounding much harder and much faster. Its exhilaration flowed through me and I knew the sensation well. It was a woman about to climax. Aphrodite had shared it with me so many times, so I knew it well. I could feel her energy, her desire, her need, growing, becoming undeniable. Her climax was nearing, and I realized how familiar it felt. I heard my name called in her mind and felt the breeze blowing across her skin, the sunshine warming her skin, but not all of it. There was a cool shadow. I could feel roughness on her butt cheeks and her back, almost scratching her, but not quite, as her body shifted back and forth on the surface over and over.
Her shifting on the rigid surface fell in place with the feeling of a hard, fat cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She moaned in pleasure as the fat mushroom head caressed her insides from the entrance of her vagina all the way to her deepest part. He stroked, pushing her ever so close, but not quite over the edge into ecstasy. She reached her own fingers to her clit. I could feel the little tingles spread through her body as she teased one finger between her lips.
"Oh god yes. Almost," she moaned loudly as she found her hard little nub and began to stroke it with the tip of her finger. She opened her mouth and sucked in breath as her body suddenly felt like it was on fire. She opened her eyes and arched her back as her legs started to shudder and shake. I saw them stuck in the air beyond the man standing between her legs. I saw the clouds moving across the sky, and the sun in the background, behind the man pumping his dick wildly into her. I couldn't make out his face well in the shadow, but it didn't matter. She closed her eyes again, and I could see the image of her lying on the concrete picnic table, completely nude, with me standing between her leg, yet I knew I wasn't. She moaned again as his cock thrust harder into her, and then it was me instead between her legs, it was my cock in her pussy. I knew it couldn't be, it was some other guy, but in her mind it was me.
"FUCK YES!" the guy between her legs grunted as his body bucked hard into her, her climax triggering his own. His cum surged into her over and over as the energy flowed through and then out of her. Aphrodite sighed in pleasure as it flowed into her, feeding her, making her stronger. I could also feel the contentment Lydia was feeling as she lay on the park table, absorbing the sun and the remains of the guy's cum.
It was only as her orgasm began to fade that I could see in her mind that the picnic table was in the little park just down the street from her office. As suddenly as her climax had washed over her, it started to fade and I felt like I was looking through her eyes. The guy between her legs pulled from her pussy, and was looking around in confusion, his suit pants around his ankles. He looked like any number of the business men that were constantly walking in and out of her office building. Lydia pushed up onto her elbows and lowered her legs to hang off the end of the table. She glanced around and saw a jogger with his shorts around his thighs, humping a woman bent over at the nearby fountain. Her dress was pulled up over her ass and her panties were around her knees as he drove into her over and over. I watched him push the dress higher, pushing it up her body until it uncovered her bra strap. He quickly unfastened it and then he reached under her chest to push the cups off her breasts. He held both large boobs in his hands as he thrust into her with abandon. She was completely absorbed in what was being done to her. He stroked in and out, getting closer to orgasm. He let go of her tits, the large mounds hanging down below her chest as he grabbed her hips and used them as a handle to pound into her harder. Each stroke made her huge tits swing wildly below her chest and I suddenly felt my own desire start to build with his.
