I was riding a pretty good high after my impromptu fuck-fest with Alice in the back room of her store. I'd just had fantastic sex with a smoking hot woman that I'd wanted to bang for a long while. The fact that she'd always been a bitch to me before was just an added bonus. The doubts didn't set in for for a few hours.
Eventually I came to the realization that I had used my abilities to take away Alice's free will. To force her to do something she would have never done. From a moral standpoint it made me feel a little dirty. Now to be perfectly honest, no one had ever accused me of being a saint. I had absolutely no problem with using my newfound powers to make my life easier. Making my hospital bills go away or, for all intents and purposes, stealing my wages from the corporation I worked for didn't make me feel bad at all. Hell, I'd even used my abilities to grease the wheels with a few ladies before, but that was just making them more receptive to talking to me. Anything after that was strictly run of the mill interpersonal interaction. That had always been where I had drawn the line.
Now I'd crossed that line. Big time.
I didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night. I'd find myself flipping back and forth between replaying the whole scene in my head, remembering how good it had felt, and then feeling disgusted with myself for doing it in the first place. When morning came I was still waffling back and forth between wanting to go further and wanting to call the whole thing off. It was almost like I had the little cartoon angel and devil on my shoulders, each giving me different advice.
After three days, I was still no closer to making a decision. I had kept busy, mainly just trying to stay out of my own head. I used my powers to arrange meetings with the HR representatives at a couple of businesses that were headquartered locally, then pushed them into hiring me as a computer security consultant: someone they kept on retainer, but only called when there was an issue. I actually was somewhat qualified, I had a degree and, at this point, about a year of experience, but I just wanted to get paid without actually doing the work. Once I was hired, it was a fairly simple matter for someone with my "gifts" to make sure that my nominal supervisors wouldn't ever actually call me.
It was a very productive few days, and it kept me from dwelling too much on my dilemma. By that third evening, I was mentally exhausted. Using my powers was a lot like exercise. It made me stronger. I'd never have been able to do what I'd done over the last few days six months ago when I'd first gained my abilities, but using my powers made me tired and less capable for a while until I'd recovered.
So, I was sitting on my couch in boxers and a t-shirt, playing X-Box and just generally relaxing and recharging when someone knocked on my door. I didn't normally get a lot of unannounced visitors, so I expected solicitors of some sort, maybe those Mormon kids or Jehovah's Witnesses trying to convince me of the error of my ways, though 6 o'clock on a Wednesday night was a little late for that kind of call. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to find Alice standing in the hall in front of my apartment.
She looked fabulous. She'd pulled her flaming red hair back into an up-do of sorts leaving only a single strand loose on either side of her face. She was wearing a bit more make-up than usual with dark eyeliner outlining her sparkling blue eyes and lipstick drawing attention to her full, pouty lips. Her dress was a midnight blue wraparound style with the tie right below her large breasts, highlighting her curvy hourglass shape.
"Alice," I said flabbergasted, "what are you doing here?" I knew damn well what she was doing here. I'd hit her with not one, but two commands that would keep her fantasizing about me. But even though I knew what had prompted it, the fact that she'd actually shown up at my house dressed to the nines had really thrown me for a loop.
"Hi Dave," she replied sounding nervous, "can I come in?"
"Uh, sure." I stepped back from the entry and gestured her inside. She stepped into the dim light of my kitchen and closed the door behind her, but didn't step further into the room. She simply stood there looking a bit forlorn and fidgety.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again.
"I looked up your address in your old personnel file," she said hesitantly. "I wasn't sure if you'd still be in the same place, but I saw your car outside..."
"That answers the how, but not the why."
My reaction apparently wasn't what she expected. The conversation wasn't going the way it had in her head. For my part I was still a feeling a bit off about the state I'd put her in, and I knew I wasn't reacting well to this.
"Oh god!" she cried, "I shouldn't be here!" and turned towards the door. I stepped forward quickly, stretched out, brushed my fingers lightly across the nape of her neck and reached out to her mind.
"You want to tell me the truth." I said and pushed the thought to her. I felt a twinge behind my eyes from even the minor effort that command had taken. I really didn't have a lot left after my marathon of job hunting the last three days. I broke contact and said "Alice wait! Tell me why you're here."
She stopped and turned back to face me, her eyes watery as if she were on the verge of tears. Damn she was hot. "I can't stop thinking about you," she whispered. "I feel so guilty about it. I've never cheated on Scott before, but after the other day in the store, all I want is for you to fuck me again!"
With that declaration and her standing in front of me looking amazing, well, I could imagine the little cartoon angel on my shoulder looking up at me and going "Bro... I got nothin'."
Devil wins. Game over man.
I almost lunged forward grabbing her wrists and pushing her back against the door. I held her hands above her head as I leaned in crushing her lips with mine. She struggled for all of a quarter second before her lips parted and her tongue met mine with searing passion.
I transferred both her wrists to my left hand, keeping them pinned above her head against the door, and reached down with my right up under the hem of her dress. I ran my hand slowly up the creamy smoothness of her inner thigh to the already damp edge of her silky panties. I could feel the heat and wetness of her inflamed sex as I began rubbing her pussy through the thin, filmy material of her underwear.
It was like she'd grabbed a live-wire. She jerked hard as my fingers made contact and a low moan escaped her. She began grinding her hips and squeezing her thighs trying to trap my hand as I teased her.
I kept rubbing her like that, working her up to a fever pitch, eliciting low moans and whimpers while she was pressed against the door for a few long moments until I grabbed her up and lifted her on to the kitchen counter beside the door. I paused only long enough to snatch at the tie of her dress to give me better access to her luscious body.
As I roughly opened her dress, I couldn't help but admire her underthings. She was wearing a matching bra and panties of midnight blue semi-transparent silk with a vine-like pattern. I could see her nipples like hard little diamonds pressed against the flimsy material of the bra, and her flaming red bush through her now soaked panties.
I yanked her panties aside and buried my face in her muff, licking feverishly at her sweet cream. "Ohhhh yes!" she cried, working front clasp on her bra and freeing her magnificent tits from their confinement. She was squeezing her tits and pinching her thick nipples, grinding her hips as I worked her clit until finally she cried "Oh god... I'm cumming!" and clamped her thighs around my head. She shook and bucked like a woman possessed. Her legs were like a bear trap, and I was struggling for air by the time her orgasm had subsided enough that she let me free.
I staggered back, grabbed one of the chairs from the table and dropped heavily into it, breathing like I'd run a marathon. I pulled my shirt off over my head, used it to wipe the juice from my chin and threw it aside. I looked up at Alice leaned back on the counter, chest heaving, body flushed, her hair escaping its clips. We sat like that for a few moments, neither of us with breath enough to speak.
A slow, dreamy smile played across her lips as she finally got her breath back. "My god Dave that was... Wow..." She rose from the counter, allowing her dress and bra to fall to the ground and made her way tantalizingly slowly across the room, her eyes locked on the tent my cock was making in my boxer shorts. She paused long enough to peel her thongs over her hips before dropping to her knees in front of me.
"Maybe I should return the favor," she said tugging my boxers off and tossing them aside. She kissed her way up the inside of my leg, drawing shivers of anticipation from me as she gently nipped the sensitive skin. Finally, with dreamlike slowness, she licked her lips, then kissed the head of my cock.
After the way she'd attacked my dick the last time we'd done this, I expected more of the same, but she was in a state of post orgasmic bliss, and much more willing to take her time. She ever so slowly licked my cock, her tongue spread wide and flat as she began at the base, then tightening to a point as she reached the tip. It was her turn to tease, and she apparently took great pleasure in it, licking my dick like a sensual ice cream cone as I groaned and squirmed under her ministrations. I sighed in relieved pleasure as she finally wrapped her lips around my cock and took it into her mouth.
Still she sucked me slowly, sensually. I wanted to grab her head and fuck her face. My hips were bucking of their own accord and I could hear her giggling as she tortured me with pleasure. Finally I couldn't take any more. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to me. She came up slowly, dragging the tips of her breasts up my stomach and chest as she settled herself on my lap.
We were face to face. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. It was a much more languid kiss than any we'd shared before. Slow and gentle, her tongue gently probing mine.
She may have been in a post orgasmic state, but I was as horny as a red deer. My dick was rock hard and her teasing blowjob had nearly driven me insane. I grabbed her meaty ass and pulled her tightly to me until her tits were smashed against my chest and her pussy was pressed against my cock. I started moving her hips back and forth, gliding her slick pussy against my steel-hard shaft and I felt her smile against my lips. "Seems like you're a little turned on Dave," she whispered breaking the kiss.
"Yes goddamn it," I hissed.
"Good," she replied with a grin. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk." She raised herself up just a bit, reached down and grasped my cock with her hand, then guided me into her velvety pussy. We both groaned as she lowered herself onto my stiff pole and began rocking her hips back and forth slowly. I held onto her ass, squeezing tightly. Her tits were pressed to my chest, and her lips to mine again. She started increasing her pace, our kisses were becoming more intense. We were both groaning quietly. She started bucking harder, slamming herself down on my cock with more and more force, we were both getting close and then the cheap wooden chair we were perched on made a sound like a gunshot as one of the crossbars snapped.
She stopped in mid-motion, and we both broke into helpless laughter. "Bed?" I asked. "Bed." she replied.
I took her by her hand and led her through my apartment to my bedroom, flipped on the lights, then spun her around and shoved her down onto the bed. She wiggled her way up and I crawled on after her. She spread her legs invitingly, giving me an excellent view of her dripping pussy. I wrapped my arms around her thick thighs and pulled her to me, burying my cock in her fiery snatch.
I was tired of slow and sensual. I wanted to bang her to oblivion. I went at her like a pile-driver drawing groans of pleasure from her. I slammed into her again and again, watching her ample tits bounce in time with my strokes. Her pussy was a wet scorching vise squeezing my cock.
She was getting close. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back. Her eyes were closed, her face and chest flushed. If her pussy was a vise before, when her orgasm hit, it could have crushed diamonds. Her velvety walls clamped down on me, and it was more than I could take. I erupted with the fury of a volcano, blasting cum deep inside her. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YES!" she cried as her orgasm went on and on, her pussy milking me dry.
I dropped to the bed beside her, utterly spent, my cock quickly softening in the aftermath. Alice lay there on my bed, her eyes still closed, an occasional tremor still shaking her body. She looked fucking fantastic, and the sex was mind-blowing. There was no way I was going to stop doing this. I'd made my decision in the heat of the moment, but this had just reinforced it. I was all in.
