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.
