As the old man packed a suitcase he thought about his next step. He had never found himself in such an enviable position having unlimited access to one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on -- and for thirty straight days.
He wondered if Mrs. Prescott had a lot of cumulative vacation. If she did he was tempted to have her take at least thirty days of it so that she would be available to him 24/7. He quickly dismissed the idea fearing that any significant change in her daily routine could bring on unwanted attention. No he would leave her routine as is although he grinned when he thought of having her call in a sick day every once in awhile.
Whatever he decided the old man knew that he needed to exercise extreme caution as his ability to use her depended upon it. A mixture of suggestive conditioning, taking her to the mind room at just the right moment and deceiving her by making her believe he was someone else like her husband George were the tools he needed to see this through to its conclusion. It would take a delicate balancing act but he believed he was up to the challenge.
He thought back about the successes he had achieved cloaking his appearance with that of her husband and the effectiveness of the suggestive conditioning. To date there were only three suggestive conditioning contenders -- the old man himself, Harold Martin and George but the old man had been lucky so far that George's sexual performance could only be described as lackluster taking his wife to a level of frustration that fell into the hands of the old man's plans.
The old man had to test the strength of the suggestive conditioning which was an important part of his plans. While under the influence of suggestive conditioning women fleetingly knew the identity of the man but often looked past that focusing almost entirely upon the man's erection. If the conditioning was not locked in a woman could fight back with potentially devastating consequences. The old man intended to test her level of conditioning the moment he arrived at her home as it was instrumental to the furtherance of his overall plans for her.
The old man walked out the door, with suitcase in hand, he turned and locked the front door before getting into the waiting uber. The old man scrutinized the driver who appeared not to take any notice of him whatsoever. Good the old man thought wanting to limit his evidentiary trail in case things took a turn for the worse.
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Amanda Prescott washed her face for the fourth time that morning trying to wipe the fatigue out of her eyes. She had slept fitfully the previous night with dreams filled with cocks of all types and colours that grew in thickness and length upon being in her proximity. Her dreams found her in numerous sexual positions that she would previously have found disgusting but now appealed to her at a primal level that was increasingly disturbing. In her dreams rigid cocks brought her to sexual heights in which she completely lost who she was. There was an endless stream of cocks all eagerly waiting their turns with her. Every time she woke she found her nipples painfully hard and her pajama bottoms soaked in juices from between her legs. She was quickly running out of clean dry sleepwear.
She stared at herself in the mirror shaking her head in absolute disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she screamed trying to come to terms with these unwanted feelings taking control of her. Are they really unwanted? A tiny voice in her head asked. She did her best to ignore the question but grimaced as a slight contraction in her pussy was followed by leaking down the inside of her left leg. Not again! she thought utterly fatigued.
She had prided herself on her confidence and self-control her whole adult life and now she found herself incessantly thinking of erections and what they could to her. She was beginning to return predatory looks men gave her with equal vigor wondering whether they had sizable cocks. She felt herself losing control as if she were in a twisted adult version of a twilight zone episode.
She shamefully recalled the other day when she had made it clear to her husband's business partner that she wanted him. She struggled to understand her overtures to Harold Martin, a nice enough much older man but badly out of shape and not exactly good looking. How he could capture her attention and heighten her sexual awareness of herself was baffling. Just thinking about him caused her pussy muscles to contract as if seeking out a hard cock to encourage and hold tight within her until it released its potent sperm deep into her body. She groaned as she felt another release of lubricants. Will it ever end?
With a medical background as a nurse she wondered if she had a brain tumour or some other medical condition that would account for her change in behavior. She remembered reading an article in a medical journal about this beautiful young married woman who was four months pregnant. Apparently out of the blue her character changed and she began exhibiting unusual sexual behavior fucking every adult male in sight. A few men who crossed her paths recognized the potential financial rewards and took advantage having her make dozens of online adult videos. It was through the videos that a family friend alerted the husband. It was subsequently discovered that she had experienced a short circuit in her brain linked to her pregnancy that altered her behavior. While doctors were able to correct the problem Amanda had heard that no website was willing to take down her adult videos. Apparently they were making the producers a fortune. Amanda shuddered at the thought of men seeing her in explicit videos but, at the same time, felt a craving deep within her that made her tremble.
She knew she wasn't pregnant so she dismissed the short-circuited brain notion but it did make her think. She would have to make sure she had plenty of birth control pills just in case she lost control. She planned to make an appointment with a psychologist at the first chance -- a female psychologist she thought.
She looked at her watch and saw that the old man would be arriving in less then ten minutes. She wondered if she had time to entertain her special friend again -- the dildo that she had moved to a side table alongside the bed. She didn't know how it had come into her possession but didn't really seem to care. She had given the dildo a strenuous workout all night long but while it brought her close to orgasm at least twice it failed to do the job other than send strong sexual stimuli through every part of her body as she pushed it in an out of her ravenous pussy. Thankfully the length sessions tired her to the point that she could sleep for at least a half hour before again reaching for the dildo and coating it with her lubricating juices once more. She felt as if she were on a knife's edge from a complete breakdown. That's when the doorbell rang.
She composed herself in her frumpy nurse's uniform and walked to the door to let the old man in.
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The old man paid the uber driver and walked to the door putting his suitcase down. He reached into the front of his sweatpants and stroked himself to a sizable erection which visibly tented his pants. He then rang the doorbell.
The moment the door opened the old man pounced taking hold of her and closing the mind room. She froze. The old man gave her one command and immediately released her anxious to see the result. It had taken all of a handful of seconds. She came around quickly her eyes immediately moving to the old man's crotch. She caught her breath in a restrained moan at the sight of the erection.
The old man prepared himself for anything but surprisingly her right hand shot out and seized his erection at the base pulling him into the house. He barely had the chance to grab the suitcase handle and close the door behind him.
The door slammed closed at the same time she dropped to her knees taking his sweatpants and underwear with her and making animal-like sounds as her mouth enveloped his erection and she began to deep-throat him.
"FUCKKKKK!!!!" he moaned in initial panic and eventual pure bliss.
Unbeknownst to the old man she was shivering with sexual tension after her unsatisfactory night-time adventures with her dildo. Her pussy had become inflamed copiously leaking juices in preparation for a fucking she desperately needed. The old man could not have picked a better time although he didn't know it at the time.
He grinned evilly shocked at the effectiveness of the suggestive conditioning. He couldn't believe that the mind control room was not necessary. This is better than I thought possible. In the back of his mind the old man thought that he may have to use the mind room to control her sexual appetite something he had never had to do before. This was unexplored territory for him.
The old man had yet to realize that she had become a caged beast that he was about to unleash.
"You better slow down Amanda unless you want me to cum in that beautiful mouth of yours."
She nodded and sucked more vigorously. The old man failed to realize that she was living for the moment and wanted to feel the explosion of his cock in her mouth. To Amanda his cock was calling to her. She needed to make it feel better and the only way she knew to do that was to drain it.
"Uggghhhhh...fuck..." the old man groaned.