This is my second story in the "Mind Controlled" category. If you do not approve of stories that have extra-marital fun, swinging, sharing & more, please use your time to read the many other quality stories found on this site.
This is a work of fiction. All descriptive sex scenes are between people 18 and older. All names and persons in this story are fictional and any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental.
Comments, good and bad, are always welcomed. Future stories of our main character's conquests will be shared depending on favorable feedback. I hope you enjoy.
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As I wake up to the feel of soft, moist lips slowly gliding up and down on my morning wood I start to remember the activities of the night before. I smile as I slowly open my eyes to see my groin area covered with the raven black hair of my lover, Ava. She is truly making love to my cock. She is on her hands and knees perpendicular to my body with her cute ass up pointed at her husband, Todd, who is sitting in his recliner masturbating his average size cock. I look at his glazed eyes, glazed from the thoughts of me ravaging his wife numerous times the night before and the vision before him of her pussy and ass covered in the dried combination of her juices and my seman. He doesn't even notice me looking at him as I snake my hand between her legs and gently start the stroke her clit. Upon my first feel of her slippery folds of her vagina she moans loudly and bobs faster on my cock. Todd increases his strokes and is soon coming on his stomach adding a new batch of batter to the crusty deposits from the night before.
With Ava's increase of stimulation, seeing Todd come and the knowledge that I now control this young married couple I pull Ava's mouth from my cock and shoot my load over her lips, cheeks and nose. As I cum she cums on my fingers with a loud moan.
I look at Todd, while holding Ava's head up by her hair and said to the two of them, "Ava go to Todd and let him clean your face with his tongue, once he is done join me in the shower. Todd, once you are done go down stairs make coffee and start breakfast." He acknowledged with a grunt as he kissed and licked Ava's face. As I walked to the john I just smiled thinking back on how this point in time came to be.
I am known as Andrew to my business associates and Andy to my friends and family. I'm a 27 year old multimillionaire. Some of it earned most of it inherited. Tall, 6'4" with a athletic body due to sports and routine workouts with a trainer. I have been told I am handsome and none of the women I have been with ever complained about my equipment. In fact most have commented that I am bigger than average in both length and thickness. Even though all the above sounds good I have a hidden talent that I am just perfecting that truly makes me different. I call it the "Touch of Persuasion".
I learned about this talent from my recently deceased Grandfather when I was 17. I was living with him at the time due to my Mother dying from ovarian cancer when I was 13. My father never got over her passing and nearly drank himself to death. His misery ended late one night when he drove his car into a overpass. He was cold stone sober at the time. My grandfather and I both felt it was autocide, suicide by auto.
My grandfather, as well as my father were both Top of the Table producers in the life insurance business. To be a Top of the Table you must produce around a half million in commissions each year. You also carry alot if insurance on yourself. Being the only beneficiary for both I inherited a lot.
I am also in the business and doing quite well. I have an under grad degree in finance and a MBA. My practice is more total financial planning than just insurance. The main reason my family has been so successful is, as I call it, "The Touch".
I was 17 when my dad died and my Granddad called me to the kitchen table for a talk. He handed me a envelope and said don't open it until I tell you. We talked about alot of things, my parents, my plans, his plans for me etc.
He reached across the table took hold of my arm and stared at me for a couple of seconds. He then said, "I love you boy. What are your plans for the rest of the evening?"
I thought that was odd, but was even more odd was my answer. I responded, "I think I will do the dishes, take out the trash and do my homework." All things I knew I needed to do but normally put off and not volunteer to do.
Granddad smiled and said, "Open the envelope."
I did and all three tasks were written out on the paper inside. I looked at him and asked, "How did you do that?"
He stated that men in our family have the ability to persuade people to do things through touch and thoughts. I asked, "How?"
He smiled and said, "I dont know how, I just know it works." He went on to tell me that his father told him and he told my Dad.
He explained to me that there were a couple of quirks that I needed to know about this ability. One, you must have some form if mutual connection with the person. you can't just touch someone at random and compell them to do something. The second one is a person will not do anything that they don't want to do or is against their moral compass.
Granddad took on a serious tone and said, "With this ability comes responsibility. It is not something that should be abused."
I asked, "Is this why you and Dad were/are good salesmen?"
He replied, "Partly, when it comes to spending money people sometime need a little touch of persuasion. Your dad or I never proposed a plan to a client that wasn't right or affordable for that client. We just assisted them to make the right decision."
We talked for a little while longer and I left the table did my chores and thought about my future and this new found ability. I decided then to follow in my fathers and grandfathers footsteps knowing I could use this abilty for the benefit of both myself and my clients.
Over my school years, both high school and college, I used the touch with friends and family to get my way from time to time. Innocent things like what movie or TV show to watch, what restaurant to go to for dinner. Probably the most sketchy thing I used it for was to help me get elected Fraternity President my senior year.
I never intentionally used it for sex. I felt that would be wrong as my granddad said. That was until I met Ava.
I went to school and currently live in a SEC college town and as most people know fraternities are a big part of campus life in the South. Ava was married to a fraternity brother of mine, Todd, from college who I had not seen for a couple of years.
Todd was a odd duck. He was smart, smart enough to get into med school at another SEC university. He was from a very wealthy, influential family but only got into our fraternity due to being a legacy. He drank too much and he was a voyeur. He watched a lot of porn. One night he had his girlfriend, who was a beauty, he always had good looking girlfriends, in his room. He left to use the head and when he came back his girlfriend was getting fucked doggy style by a frat brother. Instead of being mad he sat down to watch and beat off. This became a regular thing for the two of them. She liked being shared and he liked to watch. Before she left school Todd had shared her with about half the house. This perversion got him the nickname PT for Peeping Todd.
I had heard he was back in town starting a residency at the university hospital. I happened to run into him at a local watering hole after work one night. I said, "Welcome back PT."
"Andy, great to see you man, but please don't call me PT. My parents spent s fortune on curing my porn addiction."
I resorted back to my frat boy days when I responded, "What, you don't like to watch people fuck anymore."
PT said, "No I am a respectable Doctor and husband now."
