The 'John' stories are a continuation of 'The Event' series. I will continue to toy with both sexual and moral themes in this series. This is a work of fiction where any offence is unintended.
John 1 -- Theft.
It was Saturday morning and John was sat in his boxer shorts working in Amanda's home office, urgently trying to put his thoughts down on paper whilst also going over the events of the last 24 hours. His meeting with Rob the Robin had confirmed that he was now gifted and that his dreams were partly true in the sense that he now held all the abilities he experienced within the dreams, the people he dreamt of existed but his future actions did not have to reflect those of the dreams.
John had asked Rob what his purpose was having been granted powers and the answer was essentially for John to decide. Rob would cast no judgement nor set an expectation; the powers granted were a gift granted in return for the extraordinary kindness John had bestowed on Rob.
What Rob knew though was that John had a sufficiently strong moral compass and a set of frustrations with the way the world was managed by its leaders that it was inevitable that John would become a force for good.
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John had crept out of his double bed leaving Amanda and her mum Pilar wrapped together, sleeping off the exertions of the previous evening. John briefly turned his thoughts to a moment in the evening, well after he'd returned to reality with his cock still embedded in Amanda's fine bum, where he'd alternated between fucking Amanda and then Pilar as they knelt next to each other, holding hands as John rode them through numerous climaxes until he'd coated their bums with great globs of his cum.
Bringing his concentration back to the present he continued to develop a mind map he was drawing out on a piece of A3 paper. He'd been toying with how best to direct his powers to 'improve' the world, playing around with a set of guiding principles he could refer back to in order to keep himself on the right path. He wasn't religious but he'd started looking for guidance in that field; he found the inclusion of 'lust' in the seven deadly sins to be incompatible with his current lifestyle, the 10 commandments seemed out of date, so he was developing his own list of ideals. His scribbles included tackling things he hoped most people would agree on, such as theft, extortion, kidnap, murder, war, blatant exploitation of people and the planet, corruption and drugs. He was sure the list would get added to but, for now, he was going to start with theft where he'd had an idea.
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Computer code was now something John was extremely proficient in, and his morning's work was consumed in the development of a virus he intended to infect all computer systems with. This virus wasn't malicious, but the intention was to launch a very sophisticated piece of code that would latch on to malicious software, allowing him to work back to its origin. He'd been inspired to write this code following a series of news stories where ransomware was being targeted towards honest businesses. John knew the reported incidents probably represented the tip of the iceberg and, for many vulnerable users, there would be a litany of sad stories too small to make the news but devastating for those effected.
His laptop was whirring away as it assimilated the code he had input at lightning speed and John was debating what to do once he'd snagged someone or something when Amanda appeared at the door of the office wearing her dressing gown, making the towelling robe look fabulous somehow.
"Mama told me to come get you, apparently it's unhealthy to work at the weekend." Amanda slid out of the robe and then climbed on to John's lap, naked, her legs draped around his waist as she kissed him, "please, baby, come back to bed."
John immediately got hard as his beautiful Amanda snuggled into him, her large pert breasts rubbing his bare chest and distracting him. Rome wasn't built in a day he mused as he started to play with her nipples, tugging them gently as he kissed her, causing her to moan with pleasure.
"You really shouldn't interrupt me when I'm working Amanda," he said as he twisted one nipple, eliciting a little screech from Amanda.
"So punish me John, for being a naughty lady, offering my body to you when you are trying to work on a rest day." John could feel her warm, moist pussy through his thin boxer shorts, and it was proving harder to contain himself as she bounced her beautiful body over him.
"Has the cat got your tongue John?" she asked, whilst using her hands to mimic cats ears and her tongue to lick his nose which was enough to move him in to action. John grabbed Amanda by the waist, tickling her so her legs flailed about, then moved her so she was sat on the desk with her legs spread around his waist as he stood up. He lifted her chin and continued to hold it as he kissed her, keeping their lips tight together, muffling her as she complained as he twisted her nipple again.
"That hurt John," she said as she pulled apart.
"I'm trying to teach you a lesson, so it should. Maybe you'd prefer it if I spanked your beautiful behind?"
"You can try but I didn't say I didn't enjoy having my nipples pulled did I? Feel me."
John followed Amanda's instruction and traced one finger through her pussy lips to find she was soaking wet.
"That didn't work as a punishment did it?" John said, causing her to shriek as he pushed her back, so she was lying on her back on the desk. He grabbed both her ankles in one hand, pushed her legs back and then swatted her bare bum with his free hand. He continued to do this for 5 or 6 slaps when her bum started to turn pinker. He then opened her legs then pushed them back at the knee with both hands so she was spread open, glistening in the light that came through the curtains. He bent his head down and swiped his tongue through her lips to find she was even wetter than before.
"That didn't work either." He spied a ruler on her desk which he grabbed.
"In my dream I spanked your pussy you know. And your clit. Do you like the sound of that?"
"Please John no, that will definitely hurt me."
"But it will teach you a lesson then."
"I'll scream and mama will come, and she'll be angry."
"And if you do that, I'll do the same to her, so the decision is yours...be quiet and except your punishment or be bratty and I'll teach you a lesson through your mama as well." He swatted one of her buttocks with the ruler, hard enough for it to make a loud slap which she took with a grimace without screaming, "What's it to be Amanda?"
Amanda was quiet for a moment as she thought things through. Her answer came in action before the words as she moved her hands so that they now pulled her pussy wide open, exposing her lips and clit to the air. "I'm sorry sir. Punish me for disturbing your work."
"Apology accepted Amanda and I will show leniency but you need to be shown. Ok?"
"Si, sir. I'm ready."
John removed his boxer shorts as he had grown uncomfortably hard as the scene before him developed and their conversation took the direction towards this point. Amanda looked on at his hard body as he walked around her, readying the ruler, with his long hard cock bouncing in front of him. She was both turned on and worried as she watched his muscles flex as he practiced swings with the ruler, no doubt adding power to his movements for effect.
"Count to ten and say thank you sir after each one and no screaming or other protestations. On ten your punishment is over. Failure to follow these instructions zeroes the count. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" Smack.
"Yes sir, I understand."
The first strike with the ruler was not hard but still shocked Amanda as it came down squarely on her pussy making a wet slap. John didn't want to hurt Amanda but his cock was clearly loving this assertion of power as it throbbed and grew deep red as it filled with blood.
John rotated his strokes between her bum cheeks and her pussy, striking with enough force to illicit moans before the requisite 'thank you' and to colour the area but not enough to cause pain. By the sixth stroke Amanda's pussy was quite red and the lips had pulled right back to expose her dark red, wet centre with a trickle of juice dribbling between her buttocks. Her clit was pushed right out, erect and proud of the lips, tempting John to tap it with his ruler.
On the seventh stroke he did just that, he tapped her right on the clit. It was harder than he thought, and Amanda blew out air before saying thank you.