Master Pc Trust Ch 01

Everybody's heard of Master PC. The program that lets you control people, change them physically and mentally to suit your whim. Make them into sex toys, bimbos, sluts, that's the usual use. And I'd been tempted, oh yes. When it first showed up in my inbox, a million possibilities had gone through my head. I could have it all, panting love slaves, people giving me their money, all of that. At least, I could have all that if I were willing to ignore that damn conscience of mine. But I just couldn't bring myself to mess around with people that way. Would I want some total stranger messing around with my head and body? Besides, I had a wife, Andrea, and we were very happy together. We got along great, and we had a really good sex life. Why would I want to fuck that up?

So instead of going the usual route, I decided to share it with her.

I told her about it at dinner one night. We'd splurged on a fancy night out, dressed up -- a sharp looking vintage suit for me; a tight, short black silk dress, fishnet stockings, and knee-high black leather boots (but no heels; heels look silly) for her -- gone out for a concert, then a meal at one of the ritziest restaurants in town. As usual, there was a lot of sexual tension between us, a lot of playful kissing and brushing up against each other, some not too subtle innuendo about what we intended to do to each other later. With her short haircut and slim build without a lot of big curves, she might not have seemed too hot to some people -- but she looked great to me. And what's more, I knew what she was like in bed, and she had a way of moving that never failed to get a rise out of me. As we lingered over our wine after the meal, I brought up the subject of this interesting computer program I'd gotten hold of.

She laughed out loud. "Oh come on, Simon" she said, "You've got to be kidding me. A modern genie in the bottle, granting unlimited wishes? Bit of a fantasy, isn't it?" She emptied her wine glass and held it out for a refill.

"I'm serious," I told her. "I knew you wouldn't believe me, because I know how incredible it sounds. But I've tried it out. On myself, I mean. And it works! It really does!"

She grinned at me. "Bullshit. But I'll play along for now. Why are you telling me? From what you've said, you could have turned me into a big-titted whore who wanted sex 24-7, or have your favourite actress in your bed and supporting you. So what's the deal?"

I grinned back and topped up her glass, along with my own. "Because, my dear, though your tits aren't very big, I like 'em just fine, and you're already up for sex as much as I am. And because, curse the luck, I actually have a conscience that won't let me fuck around with people like that. But I trust you as much as you trust me, and it occurred to me that we could have a fantastic time with this if we use it together."

She mulled that over for a minute, looking at me skeptically. I could see she still thought this was some kind of joke, maybe some way to get her to 'fess up to her fantasies or something. But I could see her nipples starting to show hard through her dress, and her tongue was slowly licking her lips like it did when she started to get aroused. Maybe she was just thinking this was another sex game, one we hadn't tried before. But whatever she was thinking, it was turning her on. Then she gave me that happy grin of hers again, drained her glass and gestured at me to do the same. "Okay. Let's go home and see this magic program."

I quickly finished my wine and rose from the table. "Anything you say, my dear. Let's be off, and I guarantee you'll be impressed."

We hailed a cab outside the restaurant. We'd left the car at home, since we both expected to be rather too drunk to drive by the end of the evening. We'd made pretty good progress on that front; I was feeling pretty tipsy, and Andrea had had as much wine as I had, so I figured she had to be pretty drunk. I was proved right after we piled into the backseat of the cab, where I found myself trying to carry on some kind of conversation with the very chatty driver while Andrea snuggled up against me, licking and kissing my cheek and neck while she slowly unzipped my pants to slip in her hand and stroke my very hard cock. She always had had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. In return, I managed to work my hand up unobtrusively under her coat to play with one of her tits and pinch her nipple a bit. She jumped when I did that, and bit my ear.

I caught the driver giving us knowing (and appreciative) looks in the mirror a few times. We gave him a good tip when he dropped us off.

We stumbled inside the house and dumped our coats on the chair by the front door. Andrea immediately pushed me up against the wall and dove in for a deep, wet, hard kiss, while her hands again fumbled at my fly. I kissed her back, pushing my tongue into her mouth to wrestle with hers, while kneading her ass cheeks through her dress. We grappled with each other for a few minutes right there in the hallway before I pulled my mouth away from hers, grabbed her searching hands away from my cock, and led her into the study, where she stood impatiently behind me while I opened my notebook and brought up Master PC. I logged in, and was prompted to enter a Subject. I entered Andrea's full name into the box and hit "Enter". An instant later, an image of Andrea -- dressed exactly as she was, black silk dress, fishnet stockings, tall black boots and all -- flashed up in the centre of the screen, rotating slowly. Her image was surrounded by tabs for menus, and sub-menus, and sub-sub menus, on anything you could think of about her: physical, mental, emotional, you name it, it was there. Down the side of the screen were listed a series of basic stats: age (35), height (5'2"), weight (123lbs), hair colour (light brown-a 91%/grey-c 9%), eye colour (grey-b), bust (30B), waist (26), hips (31), sexual preferences (hetero 73%, homo 18%, auto-erotic 9%), current state of arousal (high 78%), and so on. All I'd have had to do to find out, say, her blood alcohol content, past or current health issues, or shoe size, was to go into the appropriate sub-menu.

I smiled up at her. She was looking around for a camera; from the perspective of the picture, it should have been hovering at around head height, but there was nothing there. "So what would convince you, hmm?"

"Aren't you taking this a bit far?" she asked. "I mean, I'm into games and all, but you're taking this a bit too seriously." She leaned over to run her tongue up my neck to my ear. "Why don't we go into the bedroom, and you can fuck me silly?" she whispered temptingly.

"Still don't believe me, eh? Okay then." I turned back to the keyboard. "If that's just a regular camera that you're looking for," I continued, "then it'd be a bit hard for me to do this, wouldn't it?" I clicked a button, and the dress disappeared from Andrea's image on the screen, leaving only her fishnets, her boots, and a matching set of lacy black panties and bra. The "her" on the screen, of course, had changed position when she did, so it now showed her (without her dress) bent over with her delectable lace-clad ass pushed out and her small breasts hanging down in her bra. It looked a bit awkward and funny, actually, since where she was leaning on me in real life, the picture didn't show anything supporting her at all. "Aw! You know how I love that set. It was nice of you to wear it for me tonight."

That got her to pay a bit more attention. It also got her to wiggle her ass around for best effect when the rotating image got to the right angle.

"And whatever the deal is with the camera," I continued, "it'd be flat out impossible for me to do this, right?" A few more clicks on the appropriate dials on the notebook, and her short, tousled brown hair abruptly changed to a golden blonde colour and grew out long enough to reach down to the ground. I should have thought that one through more carefully; since she was leaning over me, I ended up with a considerable amount of her new hair in my face.

Andrea's sceptical expression changed to one of disbelief and shock as she straightened up, holding handfuls of her long hair in both hands. She turned to stare at herself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall, speechless.

"Believe me now?" I asked mildly.

She just nodded. "This is fucking amazing." She licked her lips. Her nipples were standing out like bullets under her dress. "What else can it do?"

I turned back to the computer. "Pretty much anything you can think of," I said, typing away quickly. "For instance, let's see what happens if I type in 'Andrea finds that clothes worn anywhere on her body but her legs to be constricting and uncomfortable, and will remove any such clothes as quickly as possible', and hit 'enter'". Suiting actions to words, I was quickly rewarded with a brief gasp from Andrea, followed by her hurriedly shimmying out of her dress, undoing her bra, and slipping her panties down over her legs and kicking them across the room. This left her in nothing but her stockings and boots, which I thought looked very hot. Hey, we've all got our little foibles, right? I also clicked "undo" for her hair, returning it to its normal length and colour; I was never a big fan of long hair, or blondes.

As she caught her breath and recovered, Andrea gave me a smoking hot look, clearly appreciating the way I was looking at her near-naked body. Her nipples were standing out from her firm, small breasts in a way that I never tired of seeing, and now that her panties were out of the way, I could see distinct traces of moisture between her legs and smell the scent of her arousal drifting from her neatly trimmed pussy. She might have been in her mid-thirties, but she still looked pretty damn good. After posing for a moment, she announced that we both clearly needed fresh drinks, and sashayed out of the room to fetch some wine, swinging her hips fit to wake the dead. She came back with a tray with two fresh bottles and two glasses, which she filled quickly. Then she pulled up another chair next to me. "I can't help feeling that this has been a bit one-sided so far, lover. How about sharing?"

I pushed back my chair and swung the notebook over to her. "Of course. I told you I wanted to share this with you." I showed her how to open a fresh window in the program and entered my name into the 'Subject' box, bringing up a rotating image of my own body on the screen. You wouldn't want to do this with someone you didn't trust, I thought to myself. But I did trust her, and my hard cock testified to the anticipation I was feeling. I took a large swallow of wine as she briefly familiarised herself with the layout.

The first thing she did was even the playing field a bit. Andrea typed for a moment, and I suddenly had an overpowering feeling of being stifled by my clothes. Jumping up from my chair, I ripped them off as quickly as I could, leaving me naked as a jaybird in no time flat. She looked at me with satisfaction. "That's more like it." Her eyes dropped to my cock, which was just about at her eye level. "Well, well. Anticipating some fun, are we?" She lightly touched one finger to the tip, swirling it in the rather generous amount of precum that had accumulated there, then put her finger sexily in her mouth to suck it clean.

I just leaned forward and kissed her while slipping my hand up between her legs. She gasped, and my fingers came up wet with her juices. "No more than you are," I responded, and then licked her juices off my fingers. She tasted delicious, as always.

Our faces were only centimetres apart, and I could feel her panting breath against my lips. She kissed me hard, then pulled away and turned back to the computer, fingers tapping away at the keys.

It was the damnedest feeling. When Andrea spun her chair back around to face me, she settled lower in the chair and let her legs fall open, and I literally couldn't look away from her wet pussy, with its invitingly parted lips and aroused clit. And then the scent hit me. Her scent, I mean, the scent of her pussy juices leaking out of her slit. When that reached my nose, it was like it grabbed my face and pulled me down into her crotch. Nothing, but nothing, was more important to me at that moment then getting as close as I could to that intoxicating smell.

I went down on my knees between her legs and pushed my face up to her juicy cunt. I vaguely heard her sigh with pleasure when my tongue touched her clit, but that close up the scent was overwhelming and closed off my awareness of almost everything else except her taste and feel. And although I normally like to play around with oral sex, do some teasing, build it up slowly, this time I was driven to dive right in. I shoved Andrea's legs up over the arms of the chair to leave her pussy even more open to me and fastened my open mouth on her slit. I pushed my tongue up as far inside her as it would reach to start with, savouring the tangy flavour of her juices before pulling back to run my tongue up the length of her pussy and then concentrate my efforts on her hard little clit. As I did that, I slipped one, then two, then three fingers into her dripping hole, pressing up against her g-spot while finger-fucking her hard. Her moans quickly increased in volume, and she started squirming and thrashing about on the chair. It didn't take long before she came hard. Her whole body stiffened as she let out a series of strangled orgasmic grunts. Her hands were locked behind my head, pulling my face even tighter against her clit as pussy juices poured out over my hand.

Once she had come, the compulsion to eat her pussy eased, and after a few more licks for good measure -- I always liked the way she jumped when I ran my tongue along her slit as she came down from an orgasm -- I stood up, catching my breath and very much enjoying the way she looked sprawled out in the chair, fishnet-clad legs spread wide, boots hanging in the air, arms dangling down as she gazed blearily up at me. "This is fucking great, Simon." she said with a grin. "We're going to have so much fun!"

I grinned back and took a big drink from my wine glass as I handed her glass to her. She gulped down her wine and sat a bit further up in her chair, but her eyes had fixed on my very hard cock. Leaning forward, she wrapped her hand around it and began stroking lightly. "My turn?" she asked coyly. "Or, should I say, your turn?"

"Sounds good to me," I nodded, "but give me a moment, will you?" Without displacing her hand from my cock, I sat down in the other desk chair, pulled the notebook over to me and switched over from my profile to Andrea's. *When she hears me say the words "knock yourself out"*, (I typed) *Andrea will immediately begin deepthroating my cock, continuing until I reach orgasm, at which point she will happily swallow my cum. The taste and feel of my cum will bring her to orgasm.* I hit "enter", turned to her and said simply, "Your turn, my dear. Knock yourself out."

Andrea's lazy, satisfied expression was suddenly replaced by one of raw need. She was out of her chair in a flash, down between my legs and taking my cock into her mouth. Sure enough, she engulfed it right down to the base in a single swoop, something she'd never managed to do before. She paused there for a minute, her nose buried in my pubic hair, lips locked around the base of my cock. Then she pulled back slowly until just the head was between her lips and began sliding up and down along its length in a regular rhythm as she ran her hands over my chest, stomach, and legs.

It felt fantastic, even better than her usual enthusiastic blowjobs. Next time, I told myself, I should remember to give myself the ability to hold off on coming for longer, but for now I could feel that familiar boiling sensation starting in my balls all too quickly. It wasn't long before it was my turn to stiffen and groan as I shot a blast of sticky white cum down her throat. That set her off, as I had arranged, and she had another massive orgasm of her own as she swallowed my load. Once she stopped shaking and spasming, she pulled off my cock with a wet "pop" and moved up to kiss me hard, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste my cum on her tongue and lips.

She pulled back a centimetre or two and looked me in the eye. "You know what I need now?" she asked in a very serious voice. I shook my head. "I need you to take me into the bedroom and sink your cock into my pussy as far as it'll go, that's what I need. Can you help me out with that?"

I smiled. "Love to," I answered, "but you might have to be a little patient while I recover. Not as young as I used to be, y'know."

She glanced down, then back up at my face with a cheeky grin. "Be patient? I don't think so!" She jumped up and turned to the desk -- incidentally waving her ass and pussy at my face -- and spent a few seconds typing. Sure enough, my deflating penis rather suddenly re-inflated to full attention, accompanied by a roaring surge of lust through my whole body. Before she could even straighten up from the desk, I stood up behind her, bringing my cock up between her legs to rest against her wet pussy lips as I wrapped my arms around her body under her breasts. Hoisting her into the air, I carried her uncomplainingly into the bedroom, where I rather unceremoniously tossed her face down onto the bed, to her evident enjoyment.

I climbed onto the bed behind her, pushing her legs apart and pulling her hips up while leaving her upper body flat on the bed, arms flung out

above her head. This left her cunt open and waiting at just the right level for my cock to slide right in, which it did in one long smooth stroke as I leaned forward over her back, my arms on either side of her body. Andrea gave a loud grunt as I entered her, and pushed back hard with her ass against me as I began fucking her hard and fast. Having cum already that night, and possibly helped along by whatever Andrea had put into Master PC, I found myself to be in no danger of shooting my load too soon, despite the fantastic feel of her warm, wet pussy around my cock. She was soon crying out incoherently as I pumped into her, demanding that I fuck her harder and treat her like the slut that she was. She (and I) had always had a liking for dirty talk with sex. I moved my hands to her wrists, to hold her in place and give myself some extra leverage, kissing and licking her cheek and ear as she lay with her head to one side on the sheets, eyes half-closed. I felt her stiffen and cum at least once before I finally felt myself approaching the point of no return, so I just went with it. I finally came in a tremendous orgasm, driving my cock in as deep as it would go as I blasted my cum into her depths. She gasped and came again too; thanks to my command in Master PC, it seemed that my cum triggered orgasms for her just as effectively in her cunt as it did in her mouth.

After lying on top of her for several minutes while we both slowly caught our breath, I pulled my softening cock out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her. I barely had the energy to pull the blankets up over us, waiting only long enough for Andrea to finally kick off her boots. We were both asleep within minutes.