The New Neighbour -- Part 9
The following morning the old man waited patiently for Amanda Prescott. Again at precisely 10:00am she rang the doorbell. The old man opened the door, stepped aside and ushered her into his home. He closed the door after poking his head out the door for a quick look up and down the street to make certain that her husband wasn't in sight.
He noted that she wore the same type of nurses uniform she had worn the previous day and carried the same medical bag. The old man closed the door and turned to her.
"Good morn..." she began to say when he struck, recreating the reinforced mind control room used the previous day and capturing her once again.
Her protests were loud and angry but the old man patiently waited her out. When she quieted he ordered her to close the blinds and drapes throughout the room which she did quickly and without question.
He then ordered her to remove her top and bra.
He watched anxiously as her naked breasts were again revealed to him. He directed her to attend to his injuries while he happily attended to her breasts.
For the next thirty minutes the old man played with her breasts toying with her thick nipples. When she treated his head injury she stood before him looking down on his head wound her breasts at his eye level. While she applied medication and treated the wound the old man licked and sucked her breasts and nipples. He felt her nipples harden but her response remained low which surprised, but did not deter him.
When she finished with his head wound she turned to retrieve a needle for the injection from her medical bag which caused her left nipple to noisily pull free of his mouth. The old man fought to hold on to it but smiled when he watched the wet nipple pull away and bounce around from the tug of war with his mouth. His penis throbbed at the sight.
She moved back towards him with the needle in hand which again put her in close quarters. The old man seized her left nipple once again and began sucking noisily at it but released it on feeling a searing pain in his left arm from the injection.
He looked at her suspiciously. Could she have hurt him on purpose? He closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened his eyes he was convinced that it was not intentional as she was trapped in the mind room curled up in one corner.
The old man was tempted to let her out of the mind room to see her reaction at being topless in a room alone with him but he did not feel confident that he could control her and put her back. He looked at his watch and saw that there was more than an hour remaining. His penis throbbed in anticipation.
Amanda stood before him waiting.
"You can remove the rest of your clothes Mrs. Prescott," he said.
He watched as she obeyed and removed all of her remaining clothes without question until she stood naked.
"Get on the floor on your hands and knees," he told her.
In seconds she was in position but the old man could hear light sobbing coming from the mind room. He walked around her with his camera taking a number of photos. He reached down to caress her ass moving his hand lower until his finger was at the entrance to her pussy. He ordered her to spread her legs wider. She moved her knees apart a few inches.
"Wider!!!" he yelled. She complied until she was fully open to him.
"Ahhh much better!" he said as his fingers began to explore her sex.
"NNNNOOOOOOO..." she screamed in his mind pounding on the walls of the reinforced room.
"Yes!" Mrs. Prescott, "Yes!" he said continuing to explore her.
She quieted.
"My, my," he said, "you have quite a bush here. That will have to go," he added.
He wondered how he would go about having her pussy shaved. If it was too soon her husband would find out eventually and figure that the old man had something to do with it. All hell would break loose then. "No," he thought, "I'm going to have to come up with another way." The old man was committed to the fact that she would have a hairless pussy before long.
For the next few minutes he led her through one humiliating pose after another. The sobbing continued throughout. Finally he ordered her on her back in the middle of the living room on a throw rug. He removed all of his clothes spread her legs and moved between them with only inches separating his erection from her opening. The sobbing increased.
The old man grabbed each of her legs and placed them bent at the knees on his shoulders. The tip of his erection brushed her pubic hair. With camera in hand he aimed the lens at the near connection between them snapping off three photos. He began to breath faster and shuffled forward until the tip of his erection touched her opening. The pounding and screaming began again in earnest.
"If you don't stop," he warned, "I will fuck you right now. Is that what you want because if you do just keep it up."
The pounding and screaming ended immediately.
"Now that's much better," he said softly, "all I want is for our sexy parts to meet," he added with a laugh. I will fuck you later he promised himself.
The old man reached down and grasped his erection moving it up and down between her vaginal lips poking at where he knew her clitoris was hiding but again was surprised at the absence of any reaction. The elusive bud never made an appearance. He vowed to spend time working on her sensitivity promising himself that her first experiences with an orgasm would be at his hands.
The old man believed that a woman Amanda's age who had never experienced an orgasm particularly with her own husband could become addicted to sex if her first orgasm was intense enough...and he knew exactly how to go about doing just that.
He let go of his erection and pressed his pelvis against her feeling his erection lying flat between them. He began to move back and forth feeling his erection moving with him. Smiling he reached up with both hands and laid them atop her breasts kneading the soft globes roughly.
"Aghhhh...I could do this all day," he promised wanting desperately to fuck her but holding off.
Many minutes later his hands moved from her breasts to her ass pulling hard while he ground his pelvis into her. He loved the feel of her ass in his hands. His excitement grew as his movements got faster and faster. Throwing his head back he grunted as he spewed out a good size load of semen.
The sobbing began again as he reluctantly pulled away from her staring at the sticky white discharge that ran an inch from the top of her pussy to her navel. Placing her legs back onto his shoulders he snapped off two more photos of the semen puddle on her stomach. The sight of her as helpless as she was caused his penis to painfully throb again.
"Damm Mrs. Prescott!" he said, "my little friend really enjoys your company."
He looked at his watch and began to curse realizing that his time with her was up. He had so much more planned. "Ah well there is always tomorrow!"
He ordered her to clean herself up and dress as he wiped her memories of the day's events clean leaving her once again with nothing more than the innocent memory of medically assisting an old man.
As she opened the front door to leave she turned to him, "I will see you again tomorrow Mr. Harris."
"Yes you will Mrs. Prescott and I will be seeing you -- plenty of you."
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When Amanda returned home her husband was anxiously awaiting having paced for the last half hour. She had arrived home late by more than half an hour.
"Amanda," he began, "where were you?"
"Where do you think I was George?" she asked angrily.
"Whoa! Why the hell are you mad at me for?"
