This is a work of fiction. This story involves a man controlling the minds and actions of young women he meets through the use of an ancient magic charm. Every one of the women enjoy the experience, but none of them remembers anything about it afterwards. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Peter seldom went into the big city. He was much more comfortable out in small towns. However, today he had some things he needed that just weren't available in his area, so he headed to the nearest big city to do some shopping.
One thing that Peter disliked about the city was when he had to shop in small shops on the street. Shopping malls he could handle. He could park, get in, find what he was looking for fairly quickly, and then get out. Unfortunately, the things he needed couldn't be found in just one location, so he was forced to park his car on a side street and walk between shops. The lack of parking was another thing Peter disliked about cities.
Peter had already visited one store he needed to visit, and was walking on the sidewalk, when he came to an area with several antique stores. Antiques were Peter's Achilles heel. He loved old things, especially if they had a story. Therefore, all of these antique stores meant that he would take longer in the city than he had intended.
He went into the first two stores without finding anything that really interested him. He went back out to the sidewalk to walk to the next store, when he found an old lady sitting on a blanket with lots of antique jewelry spread out around her. Peter stopped to look, and the lady looked up at him and smiled. He asked her if she had any pieces that had special stories behind them, and she smiled and picked up a small pendant to hand him. "Look at this piece. It was owned by a Gypsy king, who used it to seduce maidens."
Peter smiled at the suggestion and looked at the piece, and although it was unusual, he didn't see anything special about it. When he mentioned this to the old lady, she replied, "This is a charm, and if you own it and have it on your person, then it will work for you. If there is a girl that you are interested in, tell her what you want her to do through your thoughts, and, if she is a virgin, she will do it. The charm will no longer work 48 hours after each girl loses her virginity."
"If it is so powerful," he responded. "Why would you sell it? Why wouldn't you use it yourself?"
"That is simple," the old woman replied. I am an old lady, and I have no interest in virgin girls. This charm only works on virgin girls, and you must call them by their name and give direct commands for it to work."
Peter was taken back by this statement, and he had no immediate response. He was wondering, though, if this could really be true. He asked the old lady how much she wanted for the pendant. She gave a price. He countered with a number half of what she had asked, and to his surprise, she accepted. He paid for the pendant and stashed it in his pocket while he finished his shopping.
He never really thought about the pendant again until he arrived at home. He always emptied his pockets out on top of his nightstand before he hung his pants up on a hanger. He picked up the pendant and said, "I wonder if this pendant actually has power, or if it is just a nice antique piece." When he looked at the pendant in the low light of his bedroom, he was surprised to see that it softly glowed when he spoke. He tested it by speaking again. "Do you hear me?" Again, the pendant glowed. He next asked the pendant if it could hear him, but this time he just thought it and didn't speak. The pendant glowed again.
"OK," he thought. "I need to test this on a girl to see if the charm really works. First, she will have to be a virgin and I must know her name, if the old woman was correct." The thought came to him that this would be a good way to sort the virgins out from the rest of the girls, since only virgins would respond. Of course, that assumed that the charm really worked. He decided that he would check it the next day.
First, however, Peter needed to get some dinner. He thought about whether he should order out or go to a restaurant. He decided on the restaurant, and put his clothes back on. He made sure that the pendant was in his pocket and went to a local restaurant that served good food. As the hostess was taking him to a table, he silently commanded her to pull her fingers through her hair as she walked. He never actually said it, but he thought it. Sure enough, she brushed her fingers through her hair.
Peter was amazed. First of all, he knew Amy, and he didn't think she was a virgin, and second, he was absolutely amazed that she had complied. Next, as she was seating him, he thought, "Amy, Peter is a very handsome guy that you would like to fool around with, and you will give him your cell number." As soon as he was done thinking this command, Amy got out a pen and wrote her name and cell number on his napkin and said, "Text me." Then, she walked back to the front of the restaurant. As she walked away, he thought, "Amy, you will do whatever Peter suggests to you."
When the waitress came, he tried the same command on her, but she didn't respond at all. He ordered, and she went back to the kitchen. Peter knew the waitress was married, so she was obviously not a virgin. Maybe there was something to this. He got out his cell phone and texted Amy at the number she had given him. "Hi Amy. This is Peter. What time do you get off?" He was surprised when she responded immediately, "9 PM, why?"
He smiled and replied, "Would you like to go park on starlight hill with me?"
She immediately replied, "Yes."
Peter laughed to himself. Amy was the last girl that he thought would ever go to starlight hill with a guy. In high school, she had been known as an ice queen, although to be fair, very few guys actually got dates with her. The charm was really working on her. He had to wonder how far he would get with her.
It was a warm summer night, so it was perfect for going to the hill to park. After dinner, Peter waited until just before 9 to pay and walk out. As he passed Amy, he said, "Come get in my car as soon as you are done here." A couple of minutes later, she ran out of the front door and got in the passenger side of his car.
"Are you OK with parking with me?" Peter asked.
"I don't know. I've never done this before, but I like you, and you asked."
"OK," he said and drove toward the hill. As he drove, he decided to put more ideas in her head. "Amy, it is hot. you will loosen your dress." Amy immediately commented on how hot it was, and then unzipped the back of her dress.
"Amy, scoot over toward Peter," he thought. Everybody in high school had teased Peter because he drove a Buick from the early 70's, what they called a "tank." However, the advantage was that it had roomy bench seats instead of the bucket seats and console all newer cars came with. In this case, it meant that Amy was able to scoot right up against Peter's side.
Again, he thought, "Amy, snuggle up against him and put your fingers inside his shirt. Undo his buttons and pull his shirt out of his pants." Amy responded immediately, snuggling up against Peter and unbuttoning his shirt to put her fingers inside. She didn't know why she was doing it, but somehow, she just had to.
By now, Peter had pulled up to the lookout point on the hill, and luckily nobody else was there. He rolled down the windows and turned off the engine. He then kissed Amy's forehead and silently told her, "Amy, give Peter a long, wet French kiss." She raised up her head and kissed him passionately. "Amy, don't stop kissing him. Unhook your bra and lower it and your dress to your waist, so Peter can suckle your nipples."
Again, Amy had no idea why she was doing this, but she wiggled around until her bra and dress were down at her waist. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him down to her breast. His lips sucked in one of her nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure. At the same time, she was blushing because she had never done this before. Peter took turns suckling both of Amy's nipples until both were totally erect and her areolas had puffed up into cones under her nipples.
He thought, "Amy, your pussy is tingling. This feels really good, but you want more, so you will slide your dress and panties down off your legs and feet." She continued holding his head in toward her breasts, but she loosened her grip enough to scoot her dress and panties down and off her feet.
Peter lay on his back on the bench seat, and commanded, "Amy, take off Peter's pants and boxers, and straddle Peter's hips." She unfastened Peter's belt, pulled down his zipper, and pulled them down his legs until they were around his ankles. "Amy, that is far enough." Peter had suddenly remembered that the charm had to still be on him to work. Then, Amy straddled his hips, her pussy directly above his hardening cock. Peter was still suckling her nipples, and he pulled her down onto him.
