The car ride home was difficult. Sam's erection had returned roughly half an hour after his departure, and now all seven and a half inches of meat were bumping up against the steering wheel. To make matters worse, his now supercharged libido caused him to become distracted with thoughts of sex, women, and all of the new possibilities. Already, he had narrowly avoided collisions with two sedans, an SUV, and a semi truck (The semi caused his mind to wander back to his erection, thus perpetuating the cycle).
While trapped in the endless traffic of Main Street, Sam looked over to see an attractive brunette in a white convertible right next to him. Her face was partially obscured by a pair of overly large designer sunglasses, but it was the sinfully low-cut tee that caught his attention. Two impressive fake tits bulged out from her chest, with a black lace bra showing in the crevasse between them.
Sam consulted the Voice. "Am I able to prevent someone from noticing something?"
'If you would like me too, I can force something out of an individual's perception.'
"Would it work on a group?" Sam asked.
'Yes, I believe it would. How may I assist you?'
"I'd like the chick next to me to take her shirt off, but I don't want her or anyone else to notice that her boobs are exposed."
'Very well then,' came the reply. 'You may proceed.'
Sam looked back at the woman. The glacial pace at which traffic was moving ensured that their lanes had remained even during his conversation. He concentrated briefly, and thought "to" the woman, 'Take your top off.'
For a split second, nothing happened. Then the woman grabbed the lower hem of her shirt and rolled it off in one fluid motion. With another unspoken command, she reached back and deftly unsnapped her bra. The gigantic tits seemed to levitate for a moment before falling, jiggling when they bounced off her ribs. The woman still had the same bored expression as before, seemingly unaware of her nudity.
Sam was overjoyed at his ability. Mentally, he urged the woman to begin masturbating. Her right hand was hidden by the car, but soon her left hand slid up to grasp her breasts, and she began kneading them. However, Sam quickly grew bored with this display. As the cars in front were starting to move, he elected to cease his toying with the woman. He simultaneously delivered her an orgasm and dropped the psychic shroud that shielded her.
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Allison was floored by her orgasm. Her juices made the leather seat slick as she furiously continued to pump her fingers in and out. Wait a minute... leather seat?
She quickly snapped her legs shut as realization dawned on her. Why the hell was she masturbating in the middle of the road? And why was she topless?
Allison scrambled for her shirt, not even bothering with her bra. Already, she could hear the catcalls coming from the vehicles around her. With her hands still coated in pussy juice, she gripped the steering wheel and sped onto a side street to make her escape, her braless tits jiggling the whole way.
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Despite the lewd display he had just witnessed, Sam still required some form of relief. His conscience was still debating the ethics of using mind control for sex. The Voice required Sam to have sex to live, and if the Voice died, so did Sam. Whether he liked it or not, Sam was going to have to get laid.
He backed his car into the garage, all the while wracking his brain to determine the best way to accomplish this. By the time he reached the hallway outside his room, he had begun to formulate a list of people to fuck. He was so preoccupied in his thinking that he didn't notice Jessica, the maid, until they bumped into each other.
The laundry that Jessica had been carrying flew out of her arms and scattered across the floor. Sam, who had attempted to turn at the last second, was now falling through the doorway, with Jessica in tow. Fearful of falling on top of the smaller woman, he grabbed her and managed to rotate her on top of him. His back took the brunt of the impact with the plush carpet, and suddenly the pair found themselves with Jessica lying on top of Sam, providing Sam a perfect view of her cleavage while she felt his cock against her belly.
After a brief hesitation, the two of them scrambled off of the floor. Sam took this moment to truly examine her. Jessica had long black hair with the tips dyed gold. Her dark brown eyes were encircled with slight mascara, and she had french painted nails. Her modernized maid uniform, a black dress with a white apron, hinted at her c-cup breasts and was tight on her thin physique.
She had become their maid eight years ago, after she had dropped out of the local college.
Sam was the first to break the silence. "I'm so sorry about that. I should have been paying attention."
"Oh... uh huh. Yeah," she stammered.
She seemed distracted. It took Sam a moment to realize that she was staring at the bulge in his pants. Panicking, he imagined a remote and pressed pause, as he had done with the therapist. Jessica froze, her only movement being the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Sam took this time to plan his next move.
Keeping her paused, he increased her lust for him and instilled in her a strong desire to do as he told her. He would realize later that he had made this desire a bit too strong, but for now it would suffice. Once again visualizing his remote, he pressed play.
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Jessica could hardly take her eyes off of his crotch. For some reason, she was now feeling heat in her pussy at the thought of his cock. She could only imagine how large he must be in order to create such a delicious looking bulge. Her hands began to roam over her upper legs as she absentmindedly played with the hem of her dress.
