This is a mind control story with a difference.
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I really like having my breasts fondled and my titties sucked and played with, I got a real liking for it recently when I went and got a bad case of sun burn at the start of the summer vacation.
In fact I have also found out that my tits actually control when I have an orgasm, what I feel, taste and smell in fact, they are like an on-off switch in which I have no control whatsoever, I am actually captive to my breasts which can be used to make me so horny that I am willing and able to do anything of a sexual nature, not only willing to do it but I love doing it, am happy to do it and will do it as many times as I am told to do it.
Afterward I do feel a bit guilty, but the pleasure, oh my God, the pleasure is like something you can only dream of!
It all started when I had been sunbathing in the back garden in my new pink summer bikini and had fallen asleep on my stomach and when I woke up my back was really sore.
"Great!" I muttered and I winced, cursing myself for being so dumb.
My parents were out so I went to my neighbour Mr Potter and asked him for some camomile, and he produced a bottle from one of his kitchen cupboard's and then kindly offered to rub it in for me.
I had known Mr Potter since I was in diapers, he was a widower, 50 years old who worked from home and because I had known him since I was a kid I had no problem sitting on a hard back chair and letting him put the cooling lotion over my sore back and when he told me to undo my bikini top I didn't hesitate though I didn't remove it totally.
For a 50 year old Mr Potter isn't bad looking, he's going grey on top but his hair is his own, he's fit and lean, his skin has yet to wrinkle too much and he has lovely blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at you.
At his command I leaned forward so he could apply the first of the cream.
I have to confess that I have big breasts for a girl my age which is 18, I was real flat up until a year ago and then suddenly I moved from an "A" cup "to a "DD" cup in less than six months, it was like someone pumped up my chest and forgot to stop.
I have a great cleavage and I love to show it off along with my slender but now languid teenage body that curves in all the right places, and with my mass of long way golden hair, pale milky skin, a large but luscious pouting mouth and just a few freckles on the bridge of my nose and over large baby blue eyes, I'm a bit of a teenage babe and I know it.
"You sure gave your back too much sun," Mr Potter commented as he rubbed on the cooling liquid and I smiled and sighed with pleasure as my burning skin began to cool down under the lotion's soothing promise.
I was more than startled when Mr Potter's hands suddenly slid around from my back and began to stroke my breasts, I had let my bikini top slip a bit and his fingers were suddenly massaging my over large teenage mounds and I opened my mouth to protest indignantly at his cheek, to tell him that it was my back that needed the lotion rubbing into it and not my front but at that moment the most amazing sensation started up.
It took me so by surprise that my mouth snapped shut and I sucked in my breath, I let go of my bikini top and it fell to the floor with a soft plop and I stared down dumbly at the two hands rubbing in the pink camomile lotion into my breasts, the fingers rolling over my nipples which suddenly seemed to be swelling and moving, getting harder and harder, and the sensation going through my body was a like a steady delicious wave that I knew I didn't want to stop.
I could feel Mr Potter's breath on my neck; it was warm, moist and very pleasant.
"If you put your hands on your head," he said softly into my left ear, "I can rub more cream in."
My hands went to my head immediately and Mr Potter added more cream which he rolled over my breasts and nipples, making my breath come in short gasps with each, stroke, and squeeze and I found myself licking my lips, watching totally mesmerised those hands as those long fingers pulled on my nipples, tweaking and pinching them making my heart pound and an odd feeling roll down my chest, into my belly, then into my groin and finally to my crotch which throbbed and tingled mercilessly.
"You have great tits Josie," Mr Potter said, "The best I have seen in a real long time."
It turned out that Mr Potter had a thing about breasts himself and he had certainly noticed when I started to grow in that direction and I had just gone and handed myself to him on a platter when I got sunburnt.
Now I was more than aware that Mr Potter should be keeping his hands to himself but to be honest I didn't want him to especially after my first experience of having my tits fondled so expertly, not only that but he obligingly gave me the best orgasm I have ever had by putting one of his hand's into my bikini panties and finger fucking me to glory and back and let me tell you this it was MUCH better than doing it myself.
He found my clit with ease and when I let out a cry and a little jerk he knew what to do next and his hand moved rapidly in my bikini panties, I juiced up rapidly, I could feel myself soaking his fingers as my cunt was stimulated and aroused.
"What would your mom and dad say if they could see you now?" he whispered in my ear and I groaned at such a wicket thought, they'd both have a cow but I didn't care because it all felt too good for me to want it to stop.
I was tight as I was still a virgin but my cunt was soon sopping wet as his fingers slid inside me deeper and deeper and my eyes watered at the glorious sensation, my butt bounced up and down on the chair, my left breast was being stroked and squeezed by Mr Potter's free hand and I knew I was going to come really soon.