Marks Gifts Pt 02

In part 1, our hero has a chance encounter with a strikingly beautiful woman, Eleni.

Unknown to Mark at the time, Eleni is over 2000 years old, the product of a union between her mother and a god of Mount Olympus. As things get heated between Mark and Eleni, his own otherworldly talents begin to present themselves.

Now, as we rejoin Mark, he is eager to explore his new gifts and begin his work, as Eleni has suggested, bringing unbounded pleasure to the women of the world.

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Mark wanted to stay with Eleni forever and it was a struggle to bring himself to leave her apartment. She encouraged him by assuring him that the connection they had formed was permanent. They would effectively always be together and he could call on her, no matter where either of them were physically, at any time he needed. But she encouraged him to go out and explore his new gifts, she felt he had no time to lose.

A day had passed. He had been in her apartment nearly 24 hours. He hadn't brought his phone with him when he'd left his own apartment and he guessed that Pete would be worried about him so that was his first destination.

As he anticipated, Pete had some strong words for him - why did you leave without saying anything, I was worried sick, that kind of thing. Mark felt a warm gratitude and benevolence as he put his hand on his friend's shoulder and apologized, reassuring him that everything was OK.

He thought it would have taken longer to bring Pete around, but very quickly his room mate calmed down and was entirely accepting of Mark's apology and reassurance.

Mark hadn't really said anything to Phil about Eleni or what had happened. He had decided that he definitely needed to learn more about his new gifts before he was ready to share knowledge about them with anyone. In keeping with this, he found he agreed profoundly with Eleni's point of view, and felt the strong urge to test out his new found abilities so he grabbed his phone and headed out.

He'd never felt as excited about anything in his life. After the dejection and self-loathing of only 24 hours previous, he was actually chuckling to himself as he walked out the door. He had a plan.

On the corner of their block was a small bar, a generally quiet joint with a mostly hipsterish clientele, the total opposite of the club he had been in with Pete the day before. Mark liked the place and often spent time in there with a book having a quiet drink by himself.

Perhaps the main reason he liked it though was Candy.

Though not the owner, Candy worked there most days and often locked up at night. Though Mark wasn't exactly friendly with her, they knew each other's names and he always felt a little rush of happiness when she greeted him personally whenever he entered.

He felt the same rush now as the door jingled when he pushed it open. It was a long, narrow bar, the bar itself on one side, with tables on the wall opposite and a sort of alley in between before the place opened up a little further back, with tables or booths on either side. Candy was walking down the alley from the back, towards the bar and gave Mark a little nod and a smile.

"Hey Mark," she said casually and he nodded and smiled back as he took her in. As usual, the most striking thing about her visually was her hair, haphazardly styled around her head in a shade somewhere between purple and blue. As for the rest of her, Mark always felt the best way to describe her was effortless. She wore a short, loose fitting patterned skirt that came to somewhere about halfway to her knees and a pair of canvas shoes. The tight fitting plain white tank top she wore was, as usual, low cut and gave Mark a stirring view of her ample breasts.

"Bit later than usual for you isn't it?" she asked amiably as she went behind the bar. There were maybe six or seven other customers dotted around. Mark stood at the bar.

"Yeah," he said, affecting an easy going attitude that he didn't really feel, "just felt like a quiet drink or two tonight," he went on, smiling warmly at her.

"Sure - the usual?" she asked, smiling back.

"Thanks," he said and nodded to the seat just opposite the end of the bar where he usually sat.

"You got it," she said chirpily and went to pull his beer. As her attention moved away from him, Mark decided it was time for him to start experimenting.

Eleni hadn't really given him any pointers as to how to make best use of what they were calling his gifts, but had simply told him that he would need to practice and learn how best to use them on his own.

Without looking directly at Candy, Mark reached out towards her with his mind. He wouldn't have been able to explain to someone else how exactly he did that or even how he knew that was what he was meant to do. It was just instinctive. When he thought about trying to use his gifts, this was what happened. An out of body experience might come close to explaining, but it wasn't quite right. He was still perfectly aware of and in control of his own body and his own feelings and senses, it was just that he was also now starting to become aware of Candy's. A little bit like he was inside her mind, although this too was a little bit strong to describe what he was experiencing.

He didn't know if it was because he wasn't interested in those things or because his powers didn't extend that far, but Mark found he had little access to things like motor functions, he wasn't able to control her voice or her actions. He did find that he was able to read her though, and not just understand her feelings, as Eleni had alluded to. There was more to it than that. He couldn't read her thoughts exactly, couldn't hear her internal monologue, but he found he was nevertheless aware of what she was thinking, and he was able to focus in on particular pieces of information, the thoughts he was interested in.

For instance, he didn't care about the thoughts he found in relation to her concerns about the health of her mother's cat or about the need to change the filter in her air conditioner at home and he could simply move these to one side. He didn't need to wade through everything to get to what he wanted, he could just go straight there.

He moved to his seat, maintaining his connection to her and a couple of minutes later she dropped off his beer with a smile and went back about her business.

As he began to understand his gifts, Mark started to look at particular areas of her thoughts. He couldn't help but first go to what she thought about him. As he found these thoughts, he smiled to himself. She definitely liked him. She didn't have any strong feelings or anything like that, but it was easy to see that she thought he was attractive and 'nice', pleasant to speak to. She assumed he was intelligent and kind and she'd definitely had occasional sexual thoughts about him too.

At this, Mark decided to look more closely at her sexual thoughts in general and he was glad he did. It was clear that Candy felt and thought very positively about sex. As Mark took a sip of his beer, he delved deeper into the sexual part of her mind. He saw memories of sexual encounters, with men and women and with both at the same time and he could tell the ones that were most emotionally important to her and those that were the most thrilling and pleasurable.

He was delighted that he had happened to choose someone so obviously sexual to test his gifts with. This got him thinking about her fantasies, about the things that she wanted to happen for her sexually. If Eleni believed it was his mission to bring pleasure to the women of the world, this seemed like a good place to start.

He found quite a lot, and made a mental note that he may need to spend a little more time with Candy in the future, but one seemed to stand out.

Outside her mind, in the real world, so to speak, he could see her standing behind the bar, absent mindedly wiping it with a cloth, but her eyes were on the middle distance. She didn't even notice as a couple walked by and left

Because he had access to the inside of her mind, Mark understood that it was because she was thinking about one of her sexual fantasies. He wondered if the fact that he had been looking for them had brought them to the front of her mind and made another note to discuss this possibility with Eleni later.

In her mind, he could clearly see the fantasy, although it wasn't organized into a neat chronology, there was no sequence to the events. In her thoughts, she was locking the door of the bar one moment and getting fucked on one of the tables the next, or eaten out as she lay on the bar itself.

While he was clearly aware of her in these fantasies, Mark had no real picture of the other person in any of them. He didn't really think there was a particular person involved, it was the location and the acts that were the important part of the fantasy for her.

This led him to his next experiment and he reached out a little further with his mind. He wanted to find out two things: whether he could alter or affect what she was thinking or fantasizing about and whether he could have a physical sexual affect on her in the real world using only his mind.

The answer to the first came quite quickly. Very easily, that is with no noticeable effort on his part, he focused on the fantasy she was thinking about and placed himself inside it. He made himself the male partner in the fantasy. As she replayed it over and over again in her mind, it was now Mark that was ploughing into her on the table, Mark eating her out on the bar, Mark's cock she was sucking.

In the real world, Mark had his phone open and was pretending to read something, but he was very much aware that Candy's middle-distance gaze had shifted to his direction. Indeed, she was looking at him quite intently now. Another couple got up and left unnoticed by the distracted Candy, leaving only Mark and three others in the bar.

Wanting to find out the second part of his latest experiment, Mark decided to intensify his involvement in the fantasy in her mind. He focused a little more and found that he could manipulate the thought in her mind to specifically associate physical responses that would be happening to her body if the fantasy was real with the thought she was having so that as she thought about Mark eating her pussy on the bar, she could almost feel his mouth on her in the real world and as she thought about his cock sliding into her on the table, she could almost feel his length filling her in the real world.

A little noise made him look up from his phone. A small groan had escaped her lips and as his head lifted she was still looking at him intently, and she didn't look away. Mark held her gaze and raised the corners of his mouth every so slightly.

In her mind again, Mark felt her thoughts begin to race and he knew his experiments so far had been incredibly successful. He had absolutely succeeded in inserting himself into her fantasy and he knew for certain that this had had a real physical effect on her in the real world.

Her thoughts now turned to the remaining patrons, how she wished they would just finish their drinks and leave, her excitement at the prospect of fulfilling her fantasy, her hope that Mark was as good with his tongue, his fingers and his cock as his was in her mind.

"Hey Candy," he called from his seat and held up his nearly empty glass, "maybe one more?"

He thought she shook her head a little before she answered, as if to clear a mental fog.

"Oh, ah, sure Mark, you got it," she said at last and her eyes lingered on him.

A couple of minutes later, when she brought his beer to him, she put her hand unnecessarily on his shoulder as she placed the glass on the table.

"Here you go," she said softly and he felt the pressure of her hand increase and felt her eyes wander over him, his chest and his crotch.

"Thanks Candy," he said and looked up at her. She met his eyes and a moment of silence developed. He took a quick look into her mind and found she was in the process of making a final decision about whether she would actually go through with what she'd fantasized about. Mark helped her along by finding and amplifying the fantasy once again, specifically the part where she came as he ate her out on the bar. In the real world he thought he saw her body jerk ever so slightly.

"Uh huh," was all she said and she smiled at him.

At the same time, the three remaining customers other than Mark were making their way from the back part of the bar and passed by them.

"Night Candy, thanks again," one of them said as they passed.

"No problem guys, see ya," she replied as she watched them go, before looking back at Mark. Her hand was still on his shoulder and he felt her flex it now, just a little.

When the door had closed behind the last of the three she looked back at Mark. Although he knew what was happening in his mind, he had the thought that if he hadn't known, the look on her face might be hard to read. She wasn't exactly smiling, rather she looked at him with a kind of pleasant determination.

She moved behind the bar and Mark took a swig of his new beer. She took a set of keys from a hook and locked eyes with Mark again as she walked slowly and deliberately towards the door.

Methodically, without rushing, she locked the four bolts at the top and bottom of the door and turned the key in the deadbolt. He saw her take a deep breath, her shoulders rise and fall, her back still to him. She turned around and looked right at him and for a few moments stayed there with her back against the door, her eyes locked on his.

The look on her face was unmistakable now, even for the Mark who would have come in here two days previously, the one who struggled so badly to read women. Carefully, he stood up from his seat and moved out to the alley, trying to match her face and she started to walk back towards him, leaving the keys on one of the tables as she passed. She stopped just as she reached him.

At 5'3 to Mark's 6'1 she had to crane her neck a little to look up at him. In her eyes and across her face Mark didn't need to look into her mind to see the raw lust she exuded. She lifted a hand and traced a single finger from the nape of his neck down towards his chest before, quite suddenly, she grabbed his t-shirt in her fist and reefed him down to her. Their kiss was hard, violent even, as their arms quickly wrapped around each other and their tongues collided.

In her mind, Mark could feel the effects of surging adrenaline as Candy gave herself over to what she was doing. While she was certainly a very sexual person, she had never given in to one of her fantasies like this before, and with a man she hardly knew.

Through his looking into her mind, Mark had pieced together how the fantasy should progress and he wanted to be as faithful to it as possible, wanted to give her maximum pleasure. If the fantasy had a guiding principle, it was that she wanted to be really taken.

In keeping with this, Mark quickly shifted his arms to lift her off the ground and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. In her mind, he saw a flash of euphoria as she felt his physical strength. He deposited her ass on the nearest table and pressed himself forward on top of her, placing his hand at the back of her head so it didn't bang against the table as she fell back onto it.

Using one hand to support himself, he moved his free hand to her tits. Through her tight top, he could feel their firmness, feel her nipples harden and she groaned into their ongoing kiss as he groped her. She joined her hands to the efforts of her legs behind Mark's ass to pull him tighter onto her, their bodies pressing and grinding against each other unabashedly.

Easily sensing, again without much need for his new gifts, that Candy enjoyed the stimulation of her tits, Mark leaned up and took the bottom of her top in his hands and pulled her forward, taking the top off over her head. She leaned up too and did the same with his t-shirt. They kissed again, their hands explored each other's newly exposed bodies. Mark felt Candy groan again as he flicked his fingers over her engorged nipples, a little harder each time.

He pressed his weight onto her and leaned her back down onto her back and dove his head into her tits, joining his mouth and tongue to the assault of his hands.

"Ooohhh fuck, yeah," he heard her say breathily as he felt her legs press hard against him again, pulling him into her.

At length, he lifted up again, taking her with him. With her legs still wrapped around him, it was a simple matter to put his hands under her ass again and lift her as he had before, this time depositing her on the bar.

It was time to move on to the next phase of her fantasy.

As she sat on the bar now, she was a little above him and had to lean down to kiss him again. As she did so, Mark ran his hands firmly over her smooth, pale legs. When she felt his fingers move inside the waistband of her panties she used her hands to lift herself just enough for him to quickly pull them down.

He pulled her slightly forward and smiled at her. He couldn't help but enjoy the look on her face, a face almost overwhelmed with lust.

Mark moved his head under her skirt and dove into her pussy with abandon.

As he had found with Eleni, no conscious thought was required on his part for him to know exactly what Candy wanted and how she wanted it. She was incredibly wet before he'd even made contact with her and he was surprised at the speed with which she came. After barely a couple of minutes of just his mouth and tongue on her, he felt her body start to spasm a little and her moaning grow louder.

"Oh fuck! Holy shit! I'm gonna..." she cried out, but Mark didn't stop. He eased off in his attack, but maintained contact with her as she came down and when he felt she was able he upped his pace again, shifting his focus from her lips to her clit as her unconscious desire dictated and joining his fingers to the fray.

Her second orgasm took longer but was all the stronger for it.

"That's it! That's it! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Don't fucking stop!" she screamed and then wailed as she came again and Mark felt her legs grip his head as they tensed. With his arms he held her body tightly and in her mind he saw she enjoyed the feeling of safety and support this gave her.

He lifted his head from her pussy now and she leaned forward on the bar, breathing heavily.

"Holy shit Mark... you are really fucking good at that!" she said, smiling broadly and leaning forward to kiss him, dwelling and sucking on his lips to taste herself.

"We're only getting started," he replied, smiling back at her as, at the same time, he lifted her again. She gasped a little and laughed, wrapping her legs around him again, as he returned her to the table.

When she was down, they kissed again and Mark felt her hands on his waist. She made short work of his belt and the clasp on his jeans before she pushed them over his ass and down just enough to free his cock. He groaned into her mouth as he felt her hands grip and stroke him for the first time.

Wasting no time, he pressed her back again so her back was flat on the table before he shoved his jeans down a little further to allow him more freedom of movement. He looked up at her as he bunched her skirt around her waist and started to line himself up with her.

"Yes Mark," she said eagerly, "Give it to me."

He pressed against her and using his hand, slid his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her copious juices before lining himself up and pressing forward, leaning back and groaning loudly as he did, until he was buried in her.

"Fuuuuccck!" was Candy's response.

With her knees spread wide apart, Mark gripped her hips and started slowly moving in and out of her. Despite her dripping wetness, he was amazed at how hot and tight she felt around him.