Keith O'Brien sat back in the easy chair in his luxury apartment and sent his mind out into the city to search for his next bed mate. He was able to see and hear anybody he wanted to, no matter where she might be in the world, but he was practical enough to just search in the radius of a few blocks. There were plenty of women available, and some of them were real beauties. He could just as easily have ensnared the mind of a sexy woman thousands of miles away, but the logistics involved in getting her to his apartment would have been much too complicated. In addition, it would have taken days or weeks, and required unusually lengthy control, and he wanted to fuck a hot woman that afternoon.
In a few minutes, as Keith always did, he found a partner who was eminently suitable. This time she was an African-American woman, a few days past her eighteenth birthday, almost six feet tall, with large, completely natural breasts and a curvaceous ass encased in tight blue jeans. Keith always preferred women of that body type, especially those as young as this prospect. Her flesh would be firm, yet warm and vibrant under his hands and mouth and body, and her skin would be soft and smooth. The color of that skin was of no consequence, nor were the details of her facial features or hair, as long as she was a genuine beauty.
He probed her mind and found nothing that he would consider to be a negative. She was not a virgin, which would have meant a messy deflowering, something he always avoided. The young woman, whose name was Cassandra and whose friends called her Cassie, was not particularly expected anywhere for the next few hours, so her absence for that time would not be noteworthy. Probing more deeply, Keith found her to be free from AIDS or any kind of sexually transmitted disease, and that she was on the pill. Those last facts were of importance to him, because his idea of safe sex was choosing partners who would neither get pregnant nor infect him with AIDS or some kind of STD. Since he had his choice of an almost infinite number of hotties, he could afford to select one who met his criteria.
The young African-American was perfect in every respect, so Keith exercised his unique mental powers, beginning with blocking her sexual inhibitions. This would induce her to give in to her carnal desires, with no consideration as to commitments or possible consequences. With that done, he implanted in her mind an urgent desire to walk to his apartment and surrender herself to him, to do with as he pleased. For that afternoon, she would know his name was Keith, but her memories of the time spent with him would be erased after she left. Once he had established his control and placed in her mind the desire, which was so intense as to actually be a necessity, along with the necessary information, Cassandra turned around and started walking toward his building. He was eager to get her there, but not so eager as to have her attract undue attention by running or walking too rapidly down the street. A nice, brisk pace was good enough.
Keith continued controlling her mind with his. The sexy young woman would already come directly to his apartment and ring his buzzer, and there was no need for any further guidance of her, but he wanted to be able to take precautions in case she encountered anybody along the way. Some acquaintances of hers might want to stop and chat, and he wanted to be able to prevent that and cause those people to forget about seeing her. Such precautions would just require a small part of the mind control he was able to use, and would make things easier for him to have his way with the sex partner he had selected. Keith believed in always having fun and being careful to prevent any kind of problem from arising.
A few minutes later, looking through her eyes, he saw her reaching out to ring his doorbell, and went to the buzzer to let her in. The elevator to be used, an express to his floor, was already implanted in her brain, and Keith was waiting at the door when Cassandra exited the cab and walked over to meet him. After securing the door, he embraced her, and they shared a long kiss, with their tongues mingling.
"Hi, Cassie," he greeted her more conventionally after they had disengaged their mouths.
"Hi, Keith," she responded, and sat down to remove her shoes and bobby socks.
On that occasion, he was not interested in some kind of master-slave scenario with her, although sometimes that was his preference. At other times he would capture the minds of a couple, either straight or lesbian, and bring them in to put on a show for him, joining in on the fun when he felt the urge to do so. On that day, though, he and Cassie would spend their time together doing things in his bed that any boy friend and girl friend might do, although he would be the one to decide what they would be.
After strolling into his bedroom, the first of those things was running his hands over Cassandra's luscious form, and letting them cup the globes of her ass while she was still clad in her blouse and blue jeans. The second thing he did was to unfasten her pants and bend over to push them down around her ankles. After straightening back up, he caressed her sumptuous, brown body in those same places, but this time he reached his hands inside her cotton panties while doing it, before kneeling in front of her and pulling the undergarment down to the floor. He held it there while she pulled her feet clear of her clothing.
Keith unbuttoned Cassie's light linen blouse and stepped behind her to remove it and toss it onto the bed and to unhook her bra. He stayed behind her and pulled that last article of clothing away and deposited it on top of the blouse. With her voluptuous body completely bare, he reached around to fondle Cassie's succulent breasts. They were large, as he already knew, and firm and, when he reached his index fingers up to fondle her nipples, they were starting to become erect. He was elated at this evidence of her growing arousal. Keith is well aware that sex is better for everybody involved when they all have fun, so the ideas he had implanted in her mind were to enjoy the sexual activities they would share that day.
Standing naked in front of him, Cassie unbuttoned Keith's shirt and added it to the pile of her clothing on the bed. He sat down, and she knelt on the floor in front of him and started to unfasten his pants. He doesn't usually know exactly what course his sexual activities will follow until after the woman is in his apartment, and that day was no exception. After the first kiss he shared with her, Keith decided to start with having Cassie suck him off. Her tongue in his mouth had been aggressively active, and he believed it would feel even better when it was caressing his cock. His mind took over hers again, to give her an irresistible desire to give him the best blow job she could.
