The New Neighbour

The new neighbour -- Part 4

The following Saturday the old man stood on the doorstep of Jim Thompson. The loud noise coming from the large home told him that the party was well under way. The door suddenly opened up as the old man was contemplating heading back home -- as a rule he did not generally enjoy crowds but realized the opportunities.

"Well don't just stand there Vince," Bill said, "come on in."

Vince walked into the spacious home following his host. A few people looked his way but for the most part the conversations continued.

Bill walked up to a couple and began to make the introductions. "Vince this is George and Amanda Prescott."

George smiled and extended his hand. "Glad to meet you Vince," George said, "this is my wife Amanda."

"A pleasure to meet you both," the old man said.

He noticed that the woman seemed to keep her distance. Vince old boy wipe that predatory look off your face -- you're scaring away the prey. The old man softened his expression and said, "I don't usually get out much," he began, "since my dear Laura passed away recently. We were married for fifty years." He lowered his head as if emotional.

Amanda seemed to soften moving in and touching the old man's shoulder. "That's perfectly understandable Vince but just know that, as part of this neighbourhood we all watch out for one another. If you ever need anything, anything at all," she added, "you just have to ask." She gave him a warm smile. The old man listened to each of her words wondering how her voice would sound in the throes of multiple orgasms. He felt an erection quickly coming to life. Calm down he told himself or you'll ruin everything.

The old man was tempted to test his abilities on the Prescott's but there were just too many people around. He hoped he would have a chance later.

Bill ushered the old man to another group continuing the introductions. He glanced back looking at the luscious ass of Amanda Prescott. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

Bill made the rounds with the old man who noticed that the party included kids who were running all over the place unattended. His attention focused on three college-age boys that he thought were around eighteen or nineteen. They were whispering to each other and making quick glances to the final group of people he was headed to.

There were three women, two very plain looking and one who while not beautiful was pretty reminding him of a porn star. She had light brown shoulder-length hair, dark green eyes, a full lipped mouth that the old man thought he would like to see wrapped around his cock, long slim legs, an ass that was tempting, and a rack that was outstanding. The old man tried not to be too obvious but had immediately noticed that she wore a frilly blouse with two buttons undone revealing the beginnings of a very healthy cleavage. What shocked him was that the edges of the bra made it clear that it was a very thick padded bra. The only reasons why women generally wore such a bra was to hide a magnificent chest or to prevent prominent nipples from being visible. He thought that it was both reasons and he was determined to find out. It was just a matter of time as her husband introduced him to number two on his list.

"Vince, this is my wife Charlene and her two friends Melissa and Penelope."

The old man tried his best to turn on the charm and succeeded to some degree since they did not immediately recoil as had Amanda Prescott. Bill told them about Vince's fictional wife passing away and they became very sympathetic with Charlene saying that she was very sorry to hear about his wife and that if he needed anything at all to let her know. The old man's mind went into overdrive as he thought of saying, that's awfully nice of you Charlene and I would really like it if you showed me those big tits of yours. Calm down he said to himself again. This was one of the many reasons why he avoided large gatherings.

In the next few seconds as if time stood still the old man noticed that the three college boys had been glancing at Charlene's breasts. The old man looked into her eyes for a moment and inhaled. He was in! Charlene dropped her glass of wine which shattered. The old man vacated her mind immediately knowing that she was a target he could control. Two for two he thought to himself!

"Oh my," she said out loud, "that was clumsy of me."

"Are you okay darling," Bill asked putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Not sure what came over me."

The old man held back the grin thinking that he was going to come all over her before too long.

"Well I guess that's about everyone," Bill said to the old man. "Why don't you help yourself to some hors oeuvres and a drink at the bar Vince."

"Thank you Bill. I think I'll do that." He watched as Bill wondered off. He turned his attention to the three college boys and Charlene. The boys had moved closer to her as she bent down to clean up the broken wine glass.

She was on her hands and knees about six feet from the boys who were getting an eyeful of cleavage. He noticed one of the boys snap a couple of photos with an iphone.

Quickly looking around he saw that no one was paying attention. He inhaled sharply while looking at her and was rewarded with that warm feeling of being in her mind. He pushed her control back and took momentary control. He watched her reach to her blouse and pull as hard as she could. The buttons ripped free and she was momentarily kneeling with an open blouse revealing large bra-encased breasts. The boys' eyes bugged out and more photos were secretly taken. Smiling, the old man, vacated her mind and watched the action play out.

"My God!" she screamed realizing that her blouse was wide open. She stumbled to her feet, her arms across her chest as she raced to the second-floor bedroom to change her face a bright pink.

The old man turned back to the boys trying unsuccessfully to probe their minds. He was curious as to what they were thinking. He moved closer to them. The older boy, Theodore, whispered to the others. "I'd give anything to see those big tits!" he said. The other two just nodded their eyes following Charlene's path up the stairs.

The old man gave some thought as to how he could make the boys dreams come true. He had never involved others directly before and he knew the risks but still... He wanted to make it happen for them if he could.

With the sound of a slamming door Jim was quickly up the stairs in pursuit of his wife. The old man and the three college boys watched him go.

When Jim entered the bedroom he found Charlene on the bed crying the destroyed blouse on the floor. She looked up at him, "Have I gained weight?" she asked.

Jim knew his wife and how carefully he had to navigate that question but he also knew that she was extremely fit visiting the local gym three or four times a week.

"Of course not," he said moving up to her and placing his hand on her shoulder. Damm she had an amazing set of tits; he thought staring down at his wife's bulging cleavage. It wasn't often that he got to see them this close. Charlene was very shy about her body and their weekly lovemaking always took place in a dark room. He wasn't even allowed to be in the room when she was changing let alone taking a bath.

"Well can you explain to me why the buttons just exploded off my top!!!" she said letting anger replace the tears. Jim quickly found himself on the receiving end.

"Maybe you just snagged on something when you bent down to pick up the broken glass?" he said thoughtfully.

"Hmmm...I hadn't thought of that. Thankyou Jim that makes me feel much better."

"You're welcome sweetheart...," he started to say then froze for a moment before continuing, "why don't you remove that bra altogether. I'm sure that everyone would appreciate that very much!"

Charlene turned slowly about to unleash on her husband when she froze as well. Charlene's eyes glazed over and she suddenly stood up, reached behind her and calmly and casually removed her bra and sat on the edge of the bed.

The old man, who had been patiently waiting at the door listening waiting for the right moment walked into the room, closed and locked the door. Exerting full control, he instructed Jim to sit which he did immediately. He couldn't believe how easy it had been to lock the mind door on each of them but he remained on guard. He knew that the next few minutes could test his abilities and looking at his watch he had little time.

The old man walked up to Charlene and knelt down so that he was at eye level with the most luscious set of tits he had ever set his eyes on. As he imagined they were pale white, full, round and very large with a dark rose coloured aureole that was half the size of the palm of his hand. A thick long tempting nipple stood upright in the center. Now he knew why she wore the heavy padded bra. It would be almost impossible to hide those turgid nipples. He stared in awe and leaned forward unable to hold back any longer engulfing her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it as if attempting to draw milk. He reveled in the texture and the feel of the nipple hardening further and growing longer. He slowly released it and went to work on the left nipple giving it equal attention.

He sat back breathing heavily staring at the saliva covered thick hardened nipples that must have been close to an inch long. He just wanted to stay and suck on her but he had other plans and limited time. He reached into his pocket and took out his iphone. He began snapping off one photo after another -- a dozen in all.

He set the iphone on record and placed it alongside the bed to capture the next few minutes. He needed to show his contact the next potential conquest. He felt her pushing hard against the control slamming her mind against the locked door. He fought her back and had to re-establish control of Jim at the same time as he wanted to come to his wife's rescue. He finally succeeded in re-exerting control instructing her to calm down and lay back on the bed. He quickly removed her high heels, then pulled off her dress pants. He stood up breathing hard staring again at the woman lying there helpless in her thin panties. He leaned forward and grasped the edges of her panties and slowly pulled them off her legs puddling them on the floor at her feet with her other clothes.

He looked down between her legs and was surprised to see that there was only a thin sliver of pubic hair above her very wet puffy vaginal lips. He moved his hands to the inside of her thighs and pushed outwards forcing her legs to open wide. There was something he needed to check and his fingers expertly moved to spread her open. He gazed at her opening and grinned. He had always believed that women with long thick nipples also had a thick long clitoris and he was looking at proof. The size of her clit made it impossible to hide. It would always be visible meaning every potential movement could stimulate her. Perhaps that is why she always has that seductive smile he thought.

He reached out and stroked her clit with the tip of his finger. He was instantly rewarded with a sensual sigh. His penis throbbed in anticipation. The old man stroked the overly sensitive bud and watched it thicken and grow even larger to a prominence that would have been the envy of the porn star industry.

"Are you a horny slut under there?" he asked her in a whisper. He felt urgent pushing at the mind door that quickly grew quiet as he forced her back. Eager to continue the old man leaned forward and licked her opening from bottom to top ending with sucking on the throbbing clit. Charlene tensed and moaned. The old man exerted control to keep her quiet. The last thing he wanted was for someone to hear odd noises and interfere. Her hips began to move in a circular motion then up and down as the old man began to tongue fuck her. She writhed and moaned softly lifting her hips and spreading her legs wider to increase the stimulation. The old man grinned while eating her out her reactions telling him that she was no stranger to this. Without warning the old man's face was splattered with a violent orgasmic discharge as her body twisted and turned muscles clenched. He watched her pussy opening and closing like a fish out of water as if urgently searching for something. He glanced at his watch knowing that his time with her was almost at an end. He reluctantly pulled his splattered face away from the writhing woman, reached down and freed his eight inches which he then thrust into her. Her pussy had been greased so thoroughly that he slid in easily in one stroke. He held himself deep feeling her cervix push against the tip. He reached up to cover her breasts with his hands circling them to further stimulate the hardened nipples. "Come on Charlene." He encouraged, "let another one go!"

The old man felt a powerful grip on his imbedded penis as she began to convulse in another explosive orgasm. "Ohhhh...Darmer, Darmer baby...fuck me...fuck me hard...".

The old man rarely lost his own control but there was no holding him back this time he leaned back and growled quietly as he flooded her with his sterile sperm inflaming her even further. She was bucking like a wild stallion moaning. He quieted her again afraid they would be heard. "You fucking..." the old man groaned throwing back his head. As things settled and he caught his breath the old man reluctantly withdrew giving her breasts an extra squeeze. The size and hardness of her nipples drew his attention. Smiling he stood tall and said, "they are going to love you Charlene!"

The old man looked at his watch. He had been taking too many chances lately but when he looked over at Charlene he thought how he enjoyed seeing that well-fucked look on women. Time to move he thought.

While he was curious to find out who Darmer was he knew that his time was at an end. He had taken a chance risking it all but he was glad that he did. He looked over at Jim and instructed him to remove his clothes and get under the covers. Jim had a good-sized erection. He instructed Charlene to join him. He carefully positioned the married couple so that Jim was on top of her with her legs spread and knees pressed tightly to her husbands' side. He was confident that Bill had penetrated her but it was hard to tell from his angle. In any case Charlene would believe that the sperm that the old man had unleashed into her was that of her husband.

The old man quietly left the room and headed for the bathroom down the hall to wash up. When he closed the bathroom he relinquished control of the married couple and waited. He knew it would take only seconds. It wasn't long before he heard Charlene screaming, "What are you doing Jim. My Goddd! It's the middle of the day and we have company." The handful of people near the bottom of the stairs who had heard this smiled. He heard one of the male neighbours saying, "Good for you Jim! Give it to her for all of us!" He began to laugh and a few of his friends joined in with agreement.

"This was one helluva interesting neighbourhood," the old man thought with a smile.

He washed up and headed back down the stairs. He walked through the crowd testing his abilities to determine who was potentially controllable. He found three more neighbours -- two women and one man -- none of them was interesting enough to pursue. He looked for the Prescotts' but couldn't find them.

As he walked around he pondered his next step with Charlene. He needed to get her alone at his home but was at a loss to figure out how to make that happen and stay under the radar. From experience he would need a couple of hours of alone time with her to work his magic and admit her to club nymphomania. Most of his victims required anywhere from two to six months depending on their strength of character and how easy or difficult it would be to hold their will and inhibitions behind that mind door. He was thinking of numerous unworkable scenarios when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The old man turned to see Jim.

"I'm glad you're still here Vince," he said.

"I was thinking about heading back home," the old man said, "is there something you wanted to ask me?"

"As a matter of fact -- yes," he replied.

"You just recently moved into the neighbourhood and I imagine that the décor in your home hasn't been updated in quite some time," he added.

The old man smiled politely wondering where this was going.

"Well I'm not sure you know that Charlene is an interior decorator."

...and just like that the solution to the old man's problems materialized.

"I don't want to impose Vince but if you ever give some thought to redecorating will you give Charlene the chance to at least bid on any work?"

The old man's penis twitched as he realized that Jim was unwittingly placing his busty wife right where he wanted her. The old man pictured a naked Charlene thrashing on the sybian unable to hold back the steady flow of orgasms. He looked forward to seeing her reaction to the nipple attachments and the new labia licker.

"Jim that is very timely. I was just thinking the other day of completely redoing the interior -- drapes, flooring, paint, lighting...you name it. But I hadn't started to look around for a decorator. Listen I would be pleased to offer the job to Charlene."

"Excellent she will be so pleased to hear that!" Jim said happily, "I will let her know. She will call you to set up a time as soon as she can. She misses getting out and doing what she is good at."

"That would be great Jim," the old man said smiling to himself at how prophetic Jim's last words were. The old man planned on turning her into an insatiable slut and her husband had just put her in his hands. She may be good at decorating but in time her real skill will be using that amazing body of hers to make her new clients keep coming back. The old man smiled at the pun.