The Event Ch 07

When John woke, he checked his phone and, sure enough, there was a message from Amanda saying, "That's so hot, call me when you wake up XX."

"Good afternoon Darling, so you enjoyed the clip I sent you."

"Yes, it was very naughty. I may have played with myself whilst watching it."

"That's a nice image."

"The close ups looked very erotic. I can't begin to imagine what her clit felt like, pierced and then stretched by your cock."

"Meena seemed to find it quite intense. I certainly did."

"Yes, I imagine you needed a rest after that workout."

"Interestingly I had another test of my strength not long after that."

"Oh, are you going to share the details?"

John did exactly that and thought he'd sparked a bit of concern or jealousy when he described the sounding and then the sex with Vivienne, especially the bit where he'd obviously fucked her so hard in the ass she lost control of her bladder.

"I can't believe you did that."

"I'm sorry if I've upset you."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then never doubt yourself. I've already told you that I'm fine with you enjoying yourself so long as I'm number one and you share the details, and you did. What I meant was I can't believe you fucked someone so hard they peed themselves."

"I didn't hurt her, I checked that."

"No, no. I mean I'm jealous in the sense that I'd love to experience a climax so hard I lose control."

"You have once, you collapsed remember."

"Yes, but I didn't lose control of my bladder. She must have been so out of it to do that."

"To be fair Vivienne is a lot older than you."

"I don't care, I'm still a little jealous."

"Look, I promise to try my hardest to let you experience this. Ok?"

"Perfect. Thank you. Now, do you have a busy day planned?"

"I do, breakfast meetings in 30 minutes then conference, conference, conference. You?"

"Not really, I have an ante natal class after lunch then my mum is coming around to help me chose some things for the nursery."

"That sounds great. I'm sorry I'm not there for that."

"It's no problem. My mum is super excited and it's so nice to spend time with her on this. She's a bit mad that we aren't married, being a good Catholic girl etc, but she's so happy too."

"We can't have your mother unhappy, so I best hurry up and propose then."

"I'm in no hurry John, when you are ready. You know what I'll say anyway."

"Would you have your clit pierced for me?"

"Where the fuck does a question like that come from darling?"

"Answer me."

"If you wanted me to, you know I would but, John, come on this is a weird question to ask when we are talking about getting married."

"Granted but I bought you some jewellery yesterday and, as well as an engagement ring, I'd like you to wear it for me."

"And I need to have a pierced clit to wear it?"

"Exactly. I think you'll enjoy wearing it."

"Ok."

"Ok, as in you'll do it?"

"Yes, of course I will."

"Today?"

"My mother is with me for God's sake."

"She can hold your hand."

"Whilst she watches someone pierce my clit."

"Exactly."

"Are you not bothered what she'll think of me or you for doing this?"

"No, you can explain that it's for when I propose to you and, if she's still here when I get home, she can witness that."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Completely."

"You are insane sometimes but Ok, my God, I can't believe this. I've suddenly got a busy day."

"I love you."

"I love you too John, you're mad but it makes me so horny too."

"Me too. I'm as hard as rock thinking about you splayed out on a table getting your clit pierced with your mum watching."

"John, keep your thoughts about my mum to yourself please."

"I'm only human darling. It's clear where your looks come from."

"Please go before you come up with more crazier plans John."

~

Before John left for breakfast, he called Vivienne to firstly check she was OK following his visit yesterday, which she was, and to pay a premium for his order to be made and delivered as a priority. He added a couple of extra 'jewellery sets' too, just in case, as well as one of Vivienne's elegant cock and ball ring type things he'd been contemplating since he glanced them in the shop.

Smiling, as he thought of Amanda's day and the weekend, he sprung into his day blasting through his meetings and using discrete amounts of his powers to influence some large sales and a lucrative deal with one of their American suppliers. He had a quiet lunch where, whilst reflecting on the day so far, he realised he'd forgotten to cover something off in one of the sales he'd made. He'd also been thinking about what to do with the rest of his day when he formed the basis of a new power he would benefit from.

Entering the console room he immediately asked for the ability to influence from afar by visualising the intended 'target' and the desired action or outcome. When John returned to reality, he pictured the guy he'd done the supply deal with and willed him to send an email with the company details needed for the deal. When that email arrived as John drank a coffee about 10 minutes later, he knew he'd been successful. Brilliant.

An evil grin appeared on John's face as he visualised Amanda and her mum finding the piercing very exciting. Today was going to be a great day.

John made the 30-minute walk from his conference centre on the waterfront to the Capitol building and from there down towards the Lincoln Memorial. This was the first time he'd seen the White House and the huge institutions around it, all giving a great sense of the power held by this city. John had kickstarted an avalanche yesterday and he needed time to check over his next steps where his intention was to keep pushing away at removing the 'bad' people in power around the world. Truth, specifically the ability to make people speak it, seemed like a great instrument to do that where John believed journalists might be the perfect agents to facilitate this. John was of the view that good journalism was a powerful tool in the fight for justice, democracy, fairness and alike and where better to find the best examples than at an awards ceremony for the great and the good. John intended to gain entry to one such event later that day and gift his ability, specifically the one that makes the interviewee speak the truth, to a number of journalists. Through his business work he would try to find opportunities to visit other events around the world so this was a test, where little ripples might start to form and then build as the truth behind suspicions and stories started to come out.

Persuading the console to grant him this power failed at first but, after talking it through, they agreed on a way of managing it. It was elaborate but it gave them the control they'd agreed on. For this event John was going to assume the role of a magician providing entertainment in the drink's reception before the dinner, walking around doing close up magic tricks along with some parlour tricks like hypnosis and forced suggestions. This setup would allow him to get close up to the candidates, allowing him to get a sense of their moral compasses so he could assess if the gift was in safe hands. Once satisfied that he'd found a worthy candidate he'd implant the ability together with a hidden memory that, all these people needed to do when seeking the truth, was to ask a direct question whilst wishing for the ability to compel someone to tell the truth. All he needed to do before that drink's reception was assume a new identity and become a great magician. Simple.

A very young fit version of Merlin appeared to be living and breathing as John strolled into the foyer where the event was taking place, his papers all checking out and his props were stashed where he needed them. Trying to influence people to stay in small groups was his biggest trick as he needed that to be able to work the room selecting targets without leaving a large group hanging for more tricks but, by the time dinner was called, he'd delighted many and 'recruited' 20 or so journalists and a press secretary. His tricks went down very well to the point where the person co-ordinating the evening asked if he would like to move around the tables between courses. During one of these table visits one frisky diner, a stunning middle-aged woman wearing an elegant black cocktail dress confidently asked him, "if you're so good at reading minds, tell me what I'm thinking about now."

John read her mind and realised two things immediately; the first was that she was a perfect candidate for his gift and the second was that she was cheekily thinking how nice it would be for the wizard to make her cum by snapping his fingers.

Holding her gaze John said, "Very well my lady, as you wish." He clicked his fingers watching her confident visage disappear as she flushed, moaned into her napkin and then excused herself, no doubt tottering off to the lady's room.

"I apologise my friends, I appear to have failed and made the beautiful lady unwell. Please accept my apologies and I shall leave you to enjoy your next course."

John had dialled up her orgasm to be at a level he doubted she's ever experienced so he was impressed that she'd managed to hold herself together afterwards. 'Be careful what you wish for' kept swirling around in his head afterwards as he packed up his things, his work seemingly complete for the evening.

John sensed a presence approaching him from behind and then a hand gently touching his arm, "I don't know how you did that but, my God, I haven't experienced anything like that since, er, perhaps never. You have a gift, Merlin."

"Thank you, my lady. I do hope you enjoyed by tricks."

"Honey, I you'd like to come to my room later I'll let you practice your tricks on me all night."

"I would like that very much."

"Oh, I expected you'd have plans, perhaps with Mrs Merlin, the lucky dame. Here, I've got 2 room keys, let yourself in when you're ready. I'll be back for 11 if you're sure."

"11 it is my lady. Is there any particular trick you'd like me to practice on you?"

"Not really, surprise me, like you did earlier."

"Very well. Until 11."

~

John was back in his hotel room lying on the bed, waiting before heading to 'my lady's' hotel, scrolling through stuff on his phone when he saw a WhatsApp from Amanda that she'd sent earlier. It simply said, 'watch this'.

It started with Amanda's mum talking to the camera, looking very glamorous as usual, and speaking in her thick Spanish accent, "Hola Johnny, so here we are, you can see Amanda lying on the couch here ready to show you her love. So romantic Johnny, really. I love the idea. We have had a little champagne for the nerves but in a second Lisa here is going to put a simple bar through first. Look."

John watched, completely engrossed, as the camera panned over his beautiful Amanda, clothed from the waist up but naked save for her pop socks, spreadeagled on the chair in the piercing parlour. Lisa swabbed Amanda's clit with a wipe before using a sort of gun to pierce and then pop a gold bar through Amanda's clit. John couldn't really see anything until Lisa moved out the way, but he had heard the loud swearing she made during the procedure. Amanda's mum then moved in closer with her phone.

"Well done darling. Now show Johnny your love. Thank you baby. Pull yourself open darling so he can see. Amazing. Now darling take the phone please."

The picture danced around a bit as Amanda took hold of the phone and addressed, "I hate you, John. I'm joking but, my God, the pain but oh my God it's so sensitive now. I'm almost cumming just standing here. I'm still a bit numb down there but I think this will feel amazing once it's all calmed down. Anyway, are you sure about this mama?"

"Don't ask me again darling, now let me show Johnny that the mother of the bride approves of your union. I'm sorry Johnny I don't shave like Amanda but here is my clitty under my landing strip. My lips are a bit darker and bigger, but I think they will look good with the gold. Please, Lisa, carry on."

Turning the camera to herself again Amanda said, "I don't know what has got in to mama, but she's insisted on doing this. Here you go..."

"Oh, by God that hurts Lisa." Followed by a series of loud expletives in Spanish.

"Don't be a baby mama. The wipe helps. Exactly. No show John. That's it. Show him your love, as you said. That does look amazing. Lisa darling, can you film mama and I as we pose for my future husband."

The clip finished with the image of his future wife and future mother-in-law using the V's of their middle fingers to hold each other's pussies wide open, showing their angry red clits pulled up proud of their pussy lips by the gold bar, as they blew him a kiss.

John was leaking pre-cum now, turned on by the decadent display he'd just witnessed. Was he abusing his power, he pondered, were things getting out of hand? He'd answer that question once he'd taken Amanda and her mum after his proposal; he was already forming plans for the ceremony which excited him even more.

His thoughts turned to more pressing matters as he started walking towards his potential candidate's hotel, his hard cock strapped to his thigh by a leather tether to avoid it poking through his cloak as he morphed into Merlin in the shadow of the hotel.

As he entered the hotel he willed everyone to ignore him until he was in the lift on the way to her floor. It was just after 11 when he let himself into the room to find his candidate settling her nerves with a glass of whiskey from the mini bar.

"I didn't think you'd come."

"I'm a man, I mean a wizard of my word my lady. Are you ready for some magic."

"I've never been more ready in my life."

"Very well."

John, or Merlin, waved his wooden staff and mumbled some gibberish incantation before pointing the staff at her dress, making it disappear instantly.

"Oh my God. How?"

She stood there now, naked apart from a tiny set of black panties and matching bra that John soon made disappear as well.

John then pulled the cloak from him, revealing his sculptured form with his long grey hair falling down his shoulders and his cock, engorged and an angry red with the veins full, trapped by the leather strap.

"Get on your knees and release me."

"Your cock looks amazing. So big." The lady removed the leather strap causing John's cock to bounce up and slap her on the chin. Instinctively she took the end of his cock in her mouth and started sucking him gently.

"Thank you, my lady. Now, for my first trick I'm going to make you cum by talking to your pussy. Shall we move to your balcony so we can enjoy the view whilst you have your first orgasm?"

"Won't we be seen?"

"And where's the shame in the that? A beautiful woman standing on a balcony enjoying the view as her lover makes her cum over and over."

"You think I am beautiful?"

"Extraordinarily, radiant actually." As he said the words radiant, he made her skin glow, giving out a bluey white aura.

"Oh my, how have you done this?"

"Magic. Now move to the balcony and hold the handrail and bend over with your legs wide open so I can talk to your pussy."

"Yes Merlin."

After she had complied John knelt down behind her and started talking in a low voice, so low she could feel the timbre of his voice start to vibrate her pussy, creating a lovely tingling that started to radiate outwards. As John continued his talking became a little louder, slightly breathy and included clicks like those heard in some African languages. All these sensations translated into a series of stimuli for her pussy, making her start to feel the building of an orgasm. John entered her mind willing her pussy to flush open and her clit to become even more sensitive to his voice so, as he continued to talk to her pussy, she became even more aroused. As she climbed higher he introduced his last trick, a cheat really, where he pushed his tongue inside her pussy, extending it in length so that he was able to probe, tickle and stimulate her deep inside whilst continuing to talk, albeit with a slight impediment now his tongue was stuck out of his mouth pleasuring her.

The effect of this combined onslaught was devastating with a powerful orgasm consuming her soon, the effect of which made her glow become brighter and brighter turning her into a glowing beacon of sexual bliss.

One woman in a nearby flat who happened to look out of her window at that time was captivated by the sight of what appeared to be some sort of angel, glowing brightly on a balcony, as she writhed in obvious sexual bliss. The sight was so erotic and powerful the voyeur started rubbing her own clit, jilling herself off to the image in front of her. There were others too, now also bringing themselves off, and their show was about to get a whole lot better!

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