The old man bid Shawn McAllister goodbye thinking, as he climbed into the car, that it was a small world. He began to think about revising his plans for Mrs. Amanda Prescott wondering how George would react if he caught his gorgeous busty wife working as a stripper or providing very personal services to complete strangers and men he knew. He knew that would kill him. He grinned from ear to ear.
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The old man arrived at the Prescott home at a little after 10:00am. He noted that Mrs. Prescott was dressed in a stylish button-down blouse, a knee-length skirt that emphasized her hips and ass, a pair of black sheer stockings and a pair of two-inch high heeled shoes. The old man figured that she wanted to give old George a memorable send-off and it was the only explanation he could think of for her attire.
As soon as she closed the door he pounced sealing her in the reinforced mind room. The pounding and screaming started up in earnest but did not last long.
He dropped the sex shop bag and put his arm around her waist and drew her to him. He pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the front door and began to kiss her, his tongue battling hers as she responded in kind. His hands quickly found their way to her buttocks taking a firm hold. He could feel his erection pressing between them. Again he wanted nothing more than to strip her down and fuck her right there but he held back. Be patient, be patient he repeated to himself.
He pushed away from her and looked around the two-story home. He concentrated and learned from her that there was a finished basement, a main floor and a second level where the bedrooms were located. Looking around he knew that closing drapes and blinds on the main level would likely be noticed by neighbours. He took her hand, picked up the bag, and told her to show him her bedroom. She moved to the stairs holding onto the old man's hand. He ushered her up the stairs ahead of him and pulled his hand from hers slapping her on the ass as they moved up the stairs to the second floor.
From the probing of her mind the old man had learned that she wanted her husband to have a pleasurable experience with her before he was sent away for thirty days. She was prepared to venture beyond their ordinary boring lovemaking for the first time. Her friends who she had confided in had encouraged her in that direction to strengthen her marriage. The old man was intrigued especially since he had been informed that the fast-acting drugged protein powder had been delivered early and had already been partly consumed by her husband. Poor George the old man thought cynically. He knew that George would likely ask for regular conjugal visits but the old man intended to use his abilities to send her images of prison guards watching her on surveillance cameras masturbating to her having sex with her husband. That will do the trick he thought.
The old man followed her into her bedroom. The sight of her bed made him want to fuck her even more. His self-control was taking a serious hit, he thought eyeing her up and down. If she had been in control of herself the lustful look that the old man gave her would have justified a head-wrenching slap.
The old man instructed her to remove all her clothes and to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached into the sex shop bag and took out the mask which he handed her. He watched as she put it on. He then took a video of her with his phone as she undressed and sat on the bed.
Now to the difficult part the old man thought. He concentrated penetrating her mind a reshaping her visual reality so that the old man became a younger version of George. When he finished he explored her mind and finding that her visual acuity perceived her husband George in the room with her and not the old man.
Content the old man moved to his knees in front of her and told her to spread her legs wide. She obeyed. "Damm," he thought, "that bush has to go."
The old man planned to take care of that as soon as George was in prison for his thirty day stay. If things went well it wouldn't be him shaving her as that was one of his many new ideas in an ever-evolving plan.
The old man pressed his mouth against her splayed pussy and began to lick and tongue her. She set her hands behind her leaning back supporting her upper body while raising her hips up to him. He felt her slowly responding as he held her labia in his mouth sucking on the folds. After a few minutes he sat back to inspect his progress. Her open pussy glistened with his saliva and her own secretions. He pushed a finger into her and wiggled it around before adding a second one quickly locating her g-spot and working on it. Her hips were trembling as he worked away. He felt her clench her vaginal muscles and was rewarded with increased lubrication. He looked up at her breasts and saw the telltale signs of arousal as her nipples stiffened invitingly. After a few more minutes he eased away and again reached into the sex shop bag and withdrew the thruster dildo. He thought that he might have to use KY jelly but was convinced that she was sufficiently lubricated to take the dildo without it.
He removed the box and opened it to reveal the penis-like device complete with lifelike testicles. He removed it from the box, reached into his pocket and withdrew two AA batteries which he inserted. He flicked the switch on the base and felt it vibrate in his hands from tip to testicles. Impressive he thought. He held it up for her to see as it hummed away.
"This is one of your new friends, Mrs. Prescott. You will treat it with love but as soon as you feel that tingling getting out of control you will turn it off. Is that clear?"
She nodded glassy-eyed.
"All right then," he said, "now let me show you how this works."
The old man turned it off and aimed the tip at her opening telling her that the separate connected small, curved end must be on top so that it contacts her clitoris. He pushed it into her vagina until the full length was imbedded. She took a deep breath as it entered her. The old man checked that the smaller appendage was in full contact with her partially visible clitoris.
"Now for the fun part," he added flipping the on switch.
When the dildo began to vibrate she moaned. "Feel good?" he asked.
She nodded. "Good!" He then began to pull it out until only the crowned head remained in her then he pushed it back in. He closely watched her reaction as her pussy lips clasped tightly around the dildo. Her breathing became erratic and her mouth opened as the old man pushed it in and pulled it out, in, out, in, out, in, out. She began to make a constant low moaning sound which matched the movement of her hips meeting the device with each plunge into her. Her nipples begged to be sucked he thought as he played and manipulated the beauty before him. Then without warning the old man pulled the dildo from her and turned it off. The sight of her panting, legs spread wide with a look of utter lust was enough to harden the old man's erection to the breaking point. He reached for the camera and took three pictures of her in that state. There's my next screensaver he thought.
After getting his own breathing under control the old man looked at her and smiled. He loved the smell of her sex and realized that he was becoming addicted to it -- to her. Before continuing he lowered his head and began to suck and lick her pussy until her hip movements let him know that her arousal was reaching a point of no return. He pulled away not wanting her to experience an orgasm just yet. He vowed that her first orgasm was to be with him impaled on his cock. It had to be so powerful that all other orgasms would be measured by it. This meant taking her to the edge of orgasm over and over again until she could no longer endure it.
The old man had to be careful. He couldn't let his own immediate needs thwart his plans. He studied her over the next few minutes to make certain that the high level of arousal had diminished before the next phase. When he was satisfied he handed her the dildo.
"Alright Mrs. Prescott, it's your turn."
She took the dildo with her right hand and placed it between her legs like the old man had shown her. She pushed it slowly into her. The old man was recording every move with his phone. When it was fully imbedded she flipped the switch and groaned at the sensations. She held it in place clearly enjoying the quickly building arousal as her left hand moved to her left breast. She pulled mercilessly on her left nipple until it seemed to be permanently stretched before repeating the action on her right nipple.
"Move it in and out," the old man instructed.
She immediately obeyed moving her left hand down alongside her right and with both hands began to viciously fuck herself with the dildo. The old man watched as she spread her legs even further and leaned forward her breasts hanging with hardened nipple tips. The old man was shocked at the viciousness of the assault she afflicted on herself. "Fuuucccckkkk..." she screamed, "Oh my Goddd...".
Seeing the approaching orgasm the old man reached down and trued to pull the dildo from her but she held on tight unwilling to let go.
"AMANDA!" he yelled, "LET GO!"
Suddenly she released the dildo which the old took from her. He examined the slippery device making certain there was no orgasmic discharge from her -- he found none. That was a little too close he thought.
She watched anxiously as the old man put the slick dildo back in its box. The old man instructed her to hide the dildo where her husband would not find it but that on his last night before checking into prison she was to put in a place where her husband would discover it. She was not to clean it. The old man wanted George to realize that his wife was relying on something else for sexual satisfaction and had actually been using it. He knew that it would drive him crazy and get the old man a little closer to the vengeance he was after.
The old man looked at his watch knowing that he had more than a few more hours with her. He again reached into the sex shop bag and this time withdrew the remote egg vibrator. She watched him as he removed it from the box, inserted the necessary batteries and synced it to an app on his phone. She could, in theory, wear the egg twenty-four-seven. The old man tested the app control and when convinced it was fully operational was about to tell her to spread her legs but they remained as wide as possible. He smiled at the beauty of Mrs. Prescott totally in his control.
