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The New Weighbour Pt 12

The New Weighbour Pt 12

by odie
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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.

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"Are you sure?" he managed to say through clenched teeth, "or would you rather have my cock fill your pussy?"

Amanda was fixated on the cock in her mouth but when she focused on his words she regained some momentary control fleetingly wondering why she had a cock in her mouth, something she would never have done previously. She tried to place the man's voice. She was certain it wasn't her husband at least it didn't sound like George. Wasn't he in jail? she thought before her body took over once again.

The old man had yet to discern that the suggestive conditioning had not yet locked in. It was close but there were a few cracks developing.

She reluctantly let the hard cock fall from her mouth licking every inch as it retreated.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. She was getting very good at sucking cock and the old man hadn't been far from cumming even with his legendary stamina. The sight, touch and smell of her was intoxicating to him.

She took his hand and led him to the couch a few feet away hesitating somewhat and shaking her head as if trying to clear out brain fog. She fought past the fog and pushed him aggressively back on to the couch before stepping back.

The old man was rock hard his erection standing tall, pointing at the ceiling.

The sight of the powerful erection brought her back under the control of the conditioning. She never took her eyes off his erection as she began a slow striptease to music only she could hear revealing her naked beauty to the erection an inch at a time.

The old man stared at her large perfect naked breasts her nipples as thick and long as he had ever seen them. The insides of her legs from her thighs to her knees glistened with a never-ending flow of pussy juice she could not control. The old man breathed in deeply smelling her essence a few feet away. His cock throbbed the veins visibly expanding. Amanda watched his erection with fascination and lust that reminded him of a cat in heat howling to be bred.

She lifted her feet to free herself from the nurse pants and panties and quickly moved to straddle the old man lining up the bloated head of his cock before dropping her ass to his pelvis.

"Ohhhhh...yahhhhhh..." she moaned immediately lifting herself before dropping back to fully impale herself again on the object of her affection.

The old man sat motionless letting her do all the work fucking him. He took her large breasts in his hands and thumbed her stiff nipples which made her moan and groan louder. He decided to help her and each time she raised her hips he thrust upwards penetrating deep to more moans and groans.

"Ohhhh...just like that...I love...I, ohhhh fuckkkk...keep fucking me...like that...don't stop..."

The old man smiled before pulling each nipple to his mouth sucking noisily on each of them. He had no intention of stopping.

"Ohhh myyyyy Goddddd..." she yelled.

The old man felt a little bad for her knowing that she would not have an orgasm today although her body was already addicted to an unknown that its primal brain told it was worth pursuing. It was a primal urge that once fixed in place would only grow stronger and stronger.

It was time for the next test.

The old man pounced again taking momentary control issuing another single command before releasing her. Her hips came to a stop with his erection buried deep within her.

The old man waited anxiously.

Slowly her eyes moved from their obscene connection to the old man's face. As if in slow motion she began to come to terms with the fact that she had been fucking the old man.

When their eyes met the old man said, "Hello Mrs. Prescott. Remember me?" At that he pulled on both her nipples and throbbed his cock deep within her.

Her reaction was explosive as she used every muscle in her body to propel herself backward landing on her ass on the floor and scooting back six feet using her hands and feet to propel herself backwards like a crab. The old man's cock throbbed watching her move with legs spread wide and her pussy still showing the stretched opening from fucking the old man.

The old man could see that she was about to let out a blood-curdling scream. He pounced before she could vocalize the scream. This time the old man held on for a longer period holding her in the mind room where she screamed and yelled pounding at the reinforced door. Finally she quieted and the old man gave her another command and released her.

Signs of lust seemed to consume her once more as her eyes locked on the old man's erection ignoring his identity although accepting it.

The old man had learned a valuable lesson. Suggestive conditioning worked as long as the woman was fixated on the erection. Subconsciously she knew who the erection belonged to but as long as she did not openly acknowledge the man's identity she would remain a victim of the conditioning. When the old man had forced her to look at him and acknowledge his part in the conditioning disappeared. He did learn however that it could be reinstalled quickly but it required his mind control abilities.

The old man smiled and took hold of the base of his cock waving it back and forth. "He's waiting for you Amanda," he said temptingly, "he wants you. He needs you."

The old man watched the lustful softness and determination return as she moved quickly to the old man planting a soft wet-lipped kiss on the head of his cock before moving back into position and resuming fucking him once again as if nothing had happened.

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He let her fuck herself on him for another few minutes before pushing her off and bending her over the couch on her hands and knees. She obediently let him position her waiting anxiously and waving her hips in open invitation once she was in position her eyes never leaving his erection.

Eagerly accepting the invite the old man moved behind her thrusting deep while reaching around and strumming her throbbing clitoris. She closed her eyes at the penetration and visualized the erection in her. He felt her body go wild trembling, shaking and bucking to loud moans and groans encouraging the old man to fuck her harder and harder. He readily obliged. He slammed into her watching her buttocks shake with every thrust into her. Finally the old man tilted his head back and roared out his first orgasm of the day. He bottomed out holding himself still as stream after stream of his semen filled her.

He smirked as her moans and groans turned to begging him not to stop and to wait for her. The old man pushed against her perfect ass feeling his balls empty into her. Now that's what I call one helluva fuck! he thought.

He rejoiced in her moans of frustration feeling his erection slowly returning.

The old man bent forward and licked her spine from her ass to her neck whispering and promising her that she would soon have release. He licked and kissed her neck. He felt her shiver and twist herself around to face the old man with eyes closed. He quickly pressed his lips to hers. He remained vigilant uncertain whether she would have another outburst ready to take control of her in an instant but nothing happened. The old man kissed her like a lover and she returned the kiss with equal passion. When the old man felt her hand moving between them to his slowly returning erection he broke away from her.

He took control of her again and led her up to the main bedroom naked carrying the clothes she had shed during her striptease before she had fucked him. The old man reluctantly avoided touching her knowing that she was so highly sensitive that the slightest touch would set-off another tsunami of sexual desire to achieve a still unattainable orgasm.

The old man carefully chose her attire beginning with high heeled shoes, sheer black nylons, a fashionable knee length skirt with a shiny belt and a white satin V-neck blouse. She wore no panties or bra. The old man wanted to have quick ready access to her at any time and did not want to spend time stripping her of underwear.

The old man led her back to the main level and instructed her to make him some lunch. They both sat down and ate looking at each other. When they were finished he watched her begin to wash the dishes.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked staring at her ass.

He watched her turn her head to him and smile remaining bent over the sink. She watched him get up and remove his pants and underwear revealing a hard cock pointed in her direction. He released her from the mind room testing the suggestive conditioning once more. As he moved towards her he watched her spread her feet wide apart and pull up her skirt so that it rested on her lower back her ass and pussy on full display. The old man stared at the hanging pussy with swollen folds dripping onto the floor. His cock bobbed in response. She spread herself further her eyes riveted on his erection.

He moved up behind her and pushed his cock between her ass cheeks back and forth which set her off wiggling and angling her hips to capture the erection. He wanted to play with her before the action began and told her to unbutton her blouse -- he wanted to feel her big tits before he fucked her. Her fingers flew over the buttons releasing her large breasts moaning when his hands covered and kneaded them pulling lightly at her thick erect nipples.

"Fuck me!" she moaned.

The old man continued to play with her.

"Please," she begged, "I need it...please...please fuck me!"

The old man couldn't take her begging any longer and lined himself up plunging to his balls in one stroke in a thoroughly juiced pussy.

"Fuck...I can't believe how tight you are," he said ramming in and out of her.

"Ohhhh Goddd...don't stop fucking me like that," she yelled.

Suddenly the old man stopped as she was ratcheting it up.

"Whyyy...why did you..." she moaned.

"Who am I Amanda?" he asked deciding to push her limits in another test.

She was quiet.

The old man began to pull out of her.

"No....wait...wait please..." she pleaded.

The old man pulled back so that only the head of his cock remained in her.

"Who am I?" he asked again.

"You're Mr. Harris," she said softly.

"And what do you want Mr. Harris to do to you Amanda?"

She was quiet again causing the old man to pull completely out of her.

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME MR. HARRIS," she yelled disgusted with herself but lacking the ability to fight the control her body was exercising over her.

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