Author's note: the following story is pure fiction, based solely on the imagination of the author's mind. Any semblance to real or imagined persons or world events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.
Last night I was laying beside a sweet young thing, having fucked ourselves silly, even though I didn't know her name, and suddenly a thought came to me. It was a new twist on my various personal amusements.
Even though I was pretty tired from screwing the young blonde (she was so exhausted after nine orgasms that she finally fell off my cock after my last orgasm, curled up in my arms and was asleep almost instantly), I lay there for a long time thinking through the new idea. Now this morning I had a plan and was about to implement it.
The store was one of my favorites because hundreds, even thousands, of women patronized this store every day. Of course they ran the gamut from beautiful to super ugly, from underaged to ageless, from sexy to repugnant. But it always amazed me how high a percentage of the women in this store held some sort of attraction for me, maybe facial beauty or big breasts (my personal preference) or shapely bottom or nice legs or all of the above. I'm sure other stores had equal numbers of attractive females but I liked this one, maybe because it was less than two miles from my house.
I had arrived early, although it was still an hour after their opening . . . when they were unlocking the doors, I was in the process of getting a good morning fuck from that sweet thing, whatever her name was. Now, having sent her on her way after a communal shower, I pushed a basket through the pharmacy area, adding two cans of shave cream, three squeeze tubes of KY Jelly and three packages of disposable razors to my basket. I moved on to the dry goods area and added several nice soft washcloths to my collection. Then I walked to the middle of the store and stopped, out of the way of the few shoppers. Closing my eyes, I visualized the shape of the huge store and concentrated . . . hard.
I thought, 'If you are a non-virgin woman under the age of 35 either in or entering the building, you will gradually migrate to the women's restroom in the back of the store. At my signal, you will approach me and become extremely horny. You will remove all clothing below your waist and do whatever it takes to insure my access to your breasts. You will follow my instructions without hesitation. Any time I touch one of your nipples, your pussy or your anus, you will have an orgasm. If I choose to shave you and you have a significant other, you will inform him or her that you have had an itch in that area and your doctor recommended that you keep it shaved until the itch has gone away. However you will know that it was me who shaved you and that you loved every second of having me attend to your pussy. You will remember every orgasm during your time with me and relish the feelings you achieved. You will remember my phone number and call me monthly to see if you can set up another meeting with me for more of the same activity. No one in or entering the store will see, hear or remember anything out of the ordinary today.'
Like an invisible veil, the command block encircled the building instantly. As always when I used the power, I was breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon, my heart rate almost doubled what it is normally. I took a few deep breaths and then pushed my basket toward the back of the store, to the restrooms located by the service desk.
Although I had not been that far from my destination, there were already three women standing just inside the door, which I propped open . . . no one would think anything about it today. I took my items out of the basket, leaving it outside, and placed them on the counter top which contained three lavatories. Quickly I removed packaging and price tags and pulled up the little metal stool on wheels that I had grabbed on the way by the shoe department.
Crooking my finger at the first woman, I began to probe her mind. Her name was Alex, she was 29 years old, married with two kids who were in school, and had only had four lovers in her life, all during her high school days but none after she got together with her husband.
She removed her tight jeans and midi-panties to reveal a nicely shaped ass. Her pussy was covered with a thick thatch of dark brown hair that belied the long streaky blonde hair on her head. She was quite attractive and opened her jacket, pulled up a T-shirt, and unfastened her bra to reveal a nice part of C-cup twins.
I motioned for her to sit on the counter top next to one of the lavatories which I was filling with warm water. I stepped over in front of her and she just automatically spread her legs to let me get closer. I tweaked her left nipple and watched as her body shook with an orgasm while my hand massaged the handful of soft tit flesh.