The Ring of Power New

The Ring of Power New

By Sbrooks103x

If you already read my first posting of this story, you may skip this. I'm only reposting this to correct the tags.

I had planned to submit this story in the "In Your Wildest Dreams" event, but I seem to have missed it, so, I'm submitting this on my own.

I'm not even sure if it actually fits the theme of the event, but since it involves two of my wildest dreams, mind control and winning the lottery, I'm going to go with it.

Thanks to stev2244 for an early read.

It all began with that ring.

I was on vacation on St. Croix, alone, again. I don't know why I had such trouble with women. I had a good job, was reasonably good-looking, but somehow I gave off some kind of an aura that made women simply uninterested in me.

I was walking along the beach, approaching a couple of young women sunning themselves.

I had noticed them before, and had tried to make conversation, but they just blew me off.

They saw me coming, and as I turned my head in their direction, they simply turned back to their beach reading.

Not looking where I was going, I stubbed my toe and yelped. Thinking it was a rock, I bent down to toss it into the ocean, but saw that it was some sort of a ring.

Picking it up, I felt a strange urge to put it on. I slipped it onto my right index finger, and felt a small jolt as it adjusted itself to fit my finger.

It sounds impossible, but it felt like my cock was bigger. I was about to peek into my trunks when I noticed the girls looking at me, I guess they heard me when I stubbed my toe.

Man, I thought, I wish they'd take off their tops.

No sooner did the thought crossed my mind than they both sat up, removed their tops, and lay back on their blankets.

They should really put some lotion on those tiddies, I thought, and again, they did just that.

As incredible as it sounds, I seemed to have some sort of thought control over them.

With no further prompting from me, they rubbed the lotion on each other. First the red-head did the blond, then the blond did the red-head. When the blond tweaked the red-head's nipples I decided that it was time to do some direct experimentation.

When I walked over to them, they didn't notice me right away, but when they did, they immediately crossed their arms over their chests.

"No need to cover yourselves on my account," I said, and they immediately moved their arms.

Before they could think of leaving, I thought that they might want to talk to me.

"We've seen you walking by, but you never stop to talk with us," said the blond.

"Actually, I did, but you just blew me off," I said, mentally kicking myself for sounding so pathetic.

"You must've just caught us on a bad day," the red-head said. "Come on, join us," she said patting the blanket beside her.

I might have been slow, but I was no fool, and sat down as the blond handed me a cold beer.

"My name is Richard Brown, but you can call me Sandy, everyone does," I said as I ran my hand through my sandy brown hair.

"Barbie Doll here is Barbara Andrews," the red-head said, "but don't you dare call her 'Barbie' if you value your life."

"And what do I call you?"

"My name is Margaret O'Brien, but you can call me 'Red,' everyone does," she said with a grin.

We chatted for a while until the sun started to get to me.

"I don't know about you ladies, but I think I need to cool off."

They immediately jumped up and ran for the water.

"Last one in is a rotten egg," they shouted.

I jumped up and ran after them, not failing to notice that they didn't bother with their tops.

They were already splashing in the surf when I caught up with them, and we spent a good hour swimming and splashing.

It seemed like I always found a boob in my face or hands, and I didn't think that it was always accidental.

After playing in the water for a while I headed back to their blanket with them hot on my tail. I plopped down and they stretched out on either side of me, snuggling close with their heads on my shoulders.

With my hands on their breasts we fell into a brief nap.

Waking up with a start, I noticed the time.

"Wake up, girls, we need to get ready for dinner. Your place or mine?"

"We all need to shower and get dressed, why don't we meet back at our hotel in about an hour," Red said. "We're at the Buccaneer, room 1021."

While I thought she was wildly optimistic about how quickly two women could get ready, I agreed and went back to my hotel to get ready.

When I arrived at the hotel, I had an evil thought and asked to speak to the Manager. An officious looking man approached.

"Yes, what is it?" he said, "I'm a very busy man."

His attitude annoyed me. I was going to ask politely, but I decided to test the Ring's power.

"My name is Richard Brown. I'm in room 1414, and it is quite unsatisfactory. I insist that you upgrade me to a luxury suite immediately."

"Get Mr. Brown a key to the Presidential Suite and call a bellman to assist with his belongings," the manager said to the desk clerk.

"Now, Ms Owens," he said when she hesitated, and she quickly turned to her tasks.

After he walked away the desk clerk turned to me.

"How did you do that?" she asked. "I thought I was going to faint,

nobody

talks to Mr. Spaulding like that."

I just shrugged my shoulders and walked over to the elevators where a bellman was already waiting for me with a luggage cart. We went to my room where he carefully packed my things and placed them on the luggage cart. He then took me up to the Presidential Suite.

As he put away my clothes, I checked out the suite. There was a living area with a big screen TV and a full bar. There were two master bedrooms with king-size beds and en suite bathrooms, but the main bedroom's bath was to die for.

It was obviously large with a double sink and bidet, and a shower that could easily hold four people, with an array of nozzles and sprays. The pièce de resistance was a whirlpool tub that could hold six people. I could see some fun times ahead.

When the bellman was done, I felt guilty that I didn't have much cash, so I gave him most of what I had, and had the Ring make him happy with what he got.

After he left, I felt that I had plenty of time, so I took a leisurely shower and gave myself a close shave. I decided to explore the shower more later. I dressed in a linen shirt, slacks and loafers and strolled over to the Buccaneer.

I knocked on their door and wasn't at all surprised to see Barbara answer the door wrapped in a towel.

"You're early!" she shrieked.

"Actually, no," I said. "You said an hour and it's been over an hour."

She checked the time. "Fuck," she said. "Hurry up, Red, our date's here."

Hmm, I thought, "Date?"

I guess they forgot that I was there, because Red came running out of the bathroom stark naked and Barbara dropped her towel while they ran to the closet to find something to wear.

Realization must have come to them as they slowly turned to face me, their arms covering their tits and pussies.

"Don't mind me, girls, carry on," I said, waving my hand.

They just shrugged their shoulders, I had, after all, already seen most of what they had at the beach, and all of it just then. They dropped their arms and went back to flipping through their dresses.

I was pleased that they weren't totally shaved, and that the carpets matched the drapes.

They came out of the closet with similar halter dresses, and held them up for my approval, which I gave them with a slight nod.

The only hesitation came when they started to put on underwear, and I told them they didn't need them. They looked at each other, gave the same shoulder shrug, and tossed the underwear back in the drawer. I took note that both pairs of underwear went back into the same drawer.

Barbara's dress was electric blue, and Red's was, well, red. The halter portions were relatively skimpy, showing a generous amount of cleavage, and even a little side-boob. The tops weren't particularly snug, allowing their breasts to jiggle and sway. Dancing was definitely going to be an adventure.

They did get ready remarkably quickly, and I basked in the jealous looks from all the men, and some of the women, as I walked through the hotel with two gorgeous women on my arms.

The girls seemed blissfully unaware of the attention they were drawing while we ate. Maybe when you're that beautiful you become used to it.

The meal was delicious, if uneventful, as we exchanged small talk before adjourning to the club next door.

We got a table, ordered a round of drinks and I took Red to the dance floor. As I was getting distracted by her unrestrained boobs Barbara was fending off the pussy hounds.

Most were more or less respectful, but as we returned to the table there was one guy who didn't seem to want to take "No" for an answer.

"Hey," I said, "the lady doesn't want to dance with you, so why don't you just take a hike."

He turned as if he was going to start trouble, but one look into my eyes seemed to change his mind and he walked off.

"Are you okay, Barbara?" I asked as Red and I sat down and sipped our drinks.

"I am now, Sandy, but maybe I would like to dance, now that I have the right partner."

I stood and offered her my hand, which she took as she stood up.

"You two play nice, now," Red said, holding her drink up in a mock salute.

The music had switched to a slow song, and Barbara put her arms around my neck. At first she was trembling, but soon she relaxed and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, as I alternated dance partners, except for a few fast dances where we all danced together.

Towards the end of the evening the dances got a little more energetic, and more than once I was treated to the sight of an exposed breast. The girls got less and less concerned about putting them away until all four breasts were dancing free.

I don't know who complained, probably some old prude, but eventually the manager suggested that we might want to get a room.

Since that was our plan anyway, we decided to leave, though even then Red and Barbara defiantly let their breasts breathe free.

I decided that we should use my suite, which required a short walk to my hotel. We pretended not to see the disapproving, or approving, looks until we closed the door to our room and the girls collapsed on the bed laughing up a storm.

The laughter soon died as their lips were locked on each other, their hands caressing breasts. The rest of their dresses were pushed off as their fingers began exploring their pussies.

That didn't last long before Red turned to me and said, "Don't just stand there like a dummy, Sandy. Get out of those clothes and join us."

I'm not stupid, and I quickly shed my clothes and joined them on the bed.

I lay on my back between them, an arm around each of them, caressing their breasts as my head swiveled back and forth, kissing their eager lips.

Red was the first to move things along, as she untangled us and began pushing me down the bed. I took the hint, and I soon had my face buried in her fire crotch, lapping up her juices like a man who had been lost in a desert and finally found an oasis.

Not to be left out, Barbara sat on Red's face. She faced me so that I could enjoy the sight of her boobs bouncing as Red's talented tongue brought her to new heights of excitement.

When Red hit her peak, Barbara nearly fell off as Red brought her off.

We spent the rest of the night in various permutations and combinations, until even their most earnest efforts couldn't get me up again, so they returned to pleasuring each other. While I enjoyed watching them, the evening's exertions eventually caught up with me and I fell asleep.

The morning sun shining in my eyes woke me up to behold the sight of Red and Barbara in an enticing tangle of arms, legs and other body parts.

As I lay there, I pondered what it all meant. I mean, it was obvious that the Ring gave me some sort of mind control over people, but to what end? Was it good, or was it evil? Or did that depend on me? The Ring felt warm on my finger. Was that to reassure me, or to warn me? I guess I would just have to wait and see, and be on alert.

I got out of bed to do my morning routine, and when I came out of the bathroom, refreshed from my shower, the girls were stirring. I listened to their giggles in the shower for a few minutes, then ordered a large breakfast buffet from room service.

With some fortuitous timing, the room service waiter was just finishing setting up the buffet when the girls came bounding out of the bathroom stark naked. Shrieking, they ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door.

The waiter just shrugged his shoulders and gave me a wry grin. I guessed this wasn't the first time he got a free show. I put a generous tip on the tab and sent him on his way.

"It's all clear, girls, you can come out now," I said.

"That was mean," Red said.

"Why? I didn't tell you to come out naked."

"You could have told us you called room service."

I thought about it, and decided she had a point.

"I'm sorry, but the food's getting cold, we should eat."

They didn't even bother getting dressed, and I was impressed by their appetites, as they each ate as much as any two men. Even with the large buffet, there were only crumbs left.

The girls checked out of their hotel and moved their belongings to my suite. We spent the next few days mostly enjoying the possibilities of the suite, including the hot tub, though we did venture out in the evenings. I had the girls tone it down a bit in public. I didn't know if the Ring had the power to suppress any objections, and I wasn't inclined to test it just yet.

On our last day, the girls wanted to go to a nude beach. Unfortunately, St. Croix has no legal nude beaches, but Isaac's Beach is pretty remote and uncrowded, and I had heard that complaints were rare, so we decided to give it a try. I also hoped that my power would head off any problems.

The beach was definitely remote, but we found it with no real difficulty. There were only a few people near the entrance to the beach, and there was no nudity, or even toplessness, among them, so we made our way to the far end of the beach and set up our belongings.

The girls quickly stripped down to their bikinis. While they kept them on, they didn't cover very much, and it only took a little rough-housing in the surf for the tops to be lost forever, floating out to sea.

We ran laughing back to our blanket, which was fortunately partially hidden by a half-dome tent. I say fortunately because soon the bikini bottoms were shed and my trunks were pulled off.

Red was soon riding me cowgirl while Barbara sat on my face. While I couldn't see a thing, from the sounds it was obvious that the girls were playing with each other while I did my best to get them off with my cock and my tongue.

I don't know how long we played, but we were covered with sweat and sticky when I heard some laughter nearby. I peeked out and saw that we had some neighbors. They weren't too close, but I didn't think it would be wise to continue with the near-public sex.

Although none of our new neighbors were nude, or even topless, we just looked at each other before jumping up and running for the water, to the whoops and cheers of the neighbors.

After playing in the surf and washing each other off we headed back to our tent. There was no point in being shy, we just walked up, holding hands. By this time, all the girls in the new group were topless, and the guys were grinning and giving me big thumbs up.

When we dried off, I put on my trunks and the girls put on their bottoms, their tops were long gone. I collapsed the tent as the girls packed up and we made our way out, drawing whistles from the new group. Before leaving the beach, the girls put t-shirts on and we had an unusually quiet ride back to my hotel.

Getting back to the hotel, we stripped down and jumped in the shower. The girls had fun playing with different sprays as we washed each other very thoroughly.

We climbed into the hot tub for a relaxing soak. I was surprised that there was no hanky-panky, in fact the girls seemed rather subdued. Maybe it was "end of vacation blues?"

We got out of the tub and dried off, and I ordered dinner from room service. This time we all made sure we had robes on before it arrived.

After we ate, we cleaned up and made it an early night. Unlike our previous sessions this wasn't like some kind of an orgy, but more like love-making. I had gentle sex with Barbara and Red, while the other simply stroked our bodies, then I lay between them as they lay their heads on my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around them, as we all fell asleep.

We all woke up around the same time, did our morning routines and got dressed. We packed quickly and I called the desk to have our luggage brought down while we went to the hotel restaurant for a light breakfast.

We caught the airport shuttle, checked-in, did the security bullshit and headed to our gates.

The girls had an earlier flight, so I was able to walk them to their gate and see them off.

"Please call us," they said as they pressed slips of paper with their numbers into my hand.

"Of course," I said, even as I was pretty sure I wouldn't. I wondered if they realized that I never gave them my number.

I used the Ring to get an upgrade to first-class, then settled back to enjoy the flight, wondering how I would use the Ring to change my life when I got home.

While I waited for my luggage to hit the carousel, I hit an ATM. I didn't want to be caught short of cash again.

I was glad that I had booked a limo for the ride home, so I didn't have to shake-and-bake on the public transportation like I did when I left a week ago. The limo driver was friendly, but thankfully not chatty, so I sank back in the plush seats and closed my eyes.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into my driveway. The driver let me doze while he unloaded my luggage, and I didn't wake up until I heard the trunk close. He opened my door and I got out, giving him a nice tip as I thanked him for the smooth ride.

"All part of the service," he said with a smile, as he got in and drove away.

As I pulled my luggage into my home, I was glad I packed light, and decided to leave the unpacking for the next day.

I had eaten on the plane, so I showered and collapsed gratefully into my own bed.

The next day was Sunday, so I put off unpacking for a little while longer and went out to Nellie Rose for a big breakfast. My favorite waitress served me, and was anxious to hear all about my trip, so I told her, leaving out the salacious details, of course.

I finally did my unpacking, throwing clothes into the laundry as necessary. I did the usual back from vacation chores, airing out the house before going out for a steak dinner.

Monday it was back to work. I know I said I had a good job, and it was, in the sense that it was good, steady work for decent pay, but I was just another corporate drone, fated to suffer the next few decades until retirement with no real hope of climbing the ladder of success.

Then, I thought about the Ring. I could use the Ring to get a big promotion. As soon as I had the thought it was gone. I had no appreciable talent, and a promotion would just expose that. I thought about using the Ring to give me the talent to succeed when I heard Stanley White talking about how there was no Powerball winner again. The next winner was expected to be well over five hundred million dollars.

Could the Ring do that? Could it give me the winning numbers for the next drawing? There was only one way to find out. At lunchtime I went to the nearest lottery agent, grabbed a betting slip and leaned over the counter, pen in hand. "Okay, Ring," I thought, "do your thing." I closed my eyes and cleared my mind.