Her voice, I noticed, took on just the slightest little monotone as she said that. I kissed her deep, loving the feel of her lips on mine. Her tongue pressed into my mouth, and I gripped her body hard. Her spine thrummed with need, and my cock was quickly getting hard.
“I think you’re absolutely beautiful, Mallory.”
She smiled, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. You’re just lucky I’m absolutely desperate to suck your cock.”
Okay. There that was again. The same slight monotone. And the same words I had said to her the night before. Was this really happening? Was I really able to hold that kind of power over her?
There was only one way to find out...and I was eager to know for sure.
“Yeah, do it,” I said, urging her on. “Suck me off.”
She didn't need to be told twice. Soon, she was on her knees and my pants were down around my ankles. She slipped her lips over the head of my turgid cock and moaned with excitement.
Her mouth was just as perfect as the night before, if not even better. Last night, her affection had been tinged with a sense of wild, drunken exploration and fun. But this night, she asserted herself like a lover, taking her time with her tongue running up and down over my length, and moaning with true aroused longing as my cock hardened even more in her mouth.
“God, you're so good,” I moaned. “You're an amazing cocksucker.”
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned right back.
Precum spurted down her throat. Her moaning only increased, and once again, her fingers shifted up her skirt and she played with her clit while sliding her beautiful mouth back and forth over my shaft. My hands worked into her hair, and I was in heaven. Nothing had felt so good. I had gone from zero attention from women, ever, to getting two blowjobs in less than twelve hours from one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I felt blessed. Maybe I was.
“Oh babe.” My orgasm approached fast and sudden. I had so little control, and little desire to hold it in. I had to see what happened when my cum touched her mouth again. “You have to...I'm gonna cum. Swallow it down. You have to swallow it. It'll be incredible.”
She moaned encouragingly, taking me down with happy gusto. Soon, my balls had been completely emptied down her throat once more.
Immediately, I could feel her body language shift from worked-up lover to tranced beauty. Once again, as she knelt there with my cum cutely arranged on her lips and chin, her eyes had gone all white and blank. My heart pounced up and down in my chest. I couldn’t believe it.
“Mallory, can you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
I gulped. Her voice was full of warmth, peace, and vibrancy. She seemed completely at ease, totally at peace.
All throughout the day, I had daydreamed of this. In my head now, I had a full script of ideas I wanted to instill into her gorgeous head.
“You want to fuck me.”
She bit her lip. “I want to fuck you.”
“You’re turned on by me.”
“I’m turned on by you.”
“You find me incredibly attractive.”
“I find you incredibly attractive.”
“You want to go out with me.”
“I want to go with you.”
“You want to be my girlfriend.”
“I want...”
My cock pulsed with need, more blood flowing into it again. Quickly, I was becoming hard once more. I wanted her, so badly. I wanted to own her. I wanted to flood her fertile body with my cum. Feeling inspired, I took her hand—which had dropped to the floor—and slid her fingers up against her clit again. It only took a few gentle circles before she was pleasuring herself on her own, perfectly tranced. Hypnotized by my cum to give herself orgasmic pleasure.
“You trust me completely.”
She smiled, somewhat relieved. “I trust you completely.”
“You know I want what’s best for you.”
“I know you want what’s best for me.”
“I want to be your boyfriend.”
“You want to be my boyfriend.” Her voice was tinged with heavy, heated arousal now.
“You want to be my girlfriend.”
“I want to be your girlfriend.”
The suggestions seemed to work on some combination of a timer and a volume of some sort—like a liquid volume, running out with every suggestion given. Given enough time, I think the trance would have passed on its own. But if the suggestions I made were more against her moral fiber, or her beliefs, or her worldview, then she would resist harder, and the “volume” would go down faster. Easy suggestions expelled no energy. Hard suggestions—like her being in love with me, for instance—took a lot. But, over time, I surmised that such things would grow easier and easier. If she trusted me completely, and found me massively attractive, how far a jump would love be?
Something to find out another time. I stuck then with repeating the big ones—she found me attractive. She wanted to fuck me. She wanted to suck me off anytime. She trusted me. In all, I repeated the cycle four more times—for a total of about five minutes—before she seemed to come out of the trance. She came visibly as she repeated my words, a sight I'll never forget. With her mind in a blank slate, any mental or emotional inhibitions to cumming were gone, and all she had pushing through her brain was purest pleasure.
“I trust you. I find you so attractive. I want to f-f-fuck youuu...” and then a half-minute of orgasmic shuddering.
In the end, I was hard once again—and desperately turned on. We had to get back to work, though.
There were vials in a small box nearby. A mis-shipment for a medical supply store on the other side of town. We’d never gotten around to delivering them. Like a lot of things, they had fallen to the wayside.
I stroked my cock, looking at Mallory's beautiful blank face. She still touched herself even though she had just cum hard. It took nothing for me to stroke my cock and cum myself, and I filled up the four vials I held in my hand.
Holding four in my hand, I came. Soon, the vials were full. Mallory slowly turned, raising an eyebrow. Quickly fastening lids, I shoved the vials into my pocket.
“What was that?” asked Mallory.
I pulled her up and kissed her hard. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Okay?”
She shrugged, clearly still a little loopy. “Sure. Okay.”
Her kiss back was long and luxurious. I could feel her heart thumping against her chest in excitement. Dainty hands crawled over my face and chest, hot moans exiting from her mouth. “Fuck, I loved that. That was amazing. You're amazing. Can we still hang out tonight? Please?”
Please, she says. Begging me for a date.
“Of course, babe. Anything you want.”
* * * * *
Later in the afternoon, Dawn was still out meeting with whoever she met with. I assumed it was possible donors, or donors that she was trying to keep. I wasn’t sure how many we had, or how much they gave, but judging on the money coming in at the register, it was easy to figure out that either we had some wealthy benefactors or Dawn was somehow running a meth lab behind our backs.
Of course she wasn’t. Dealing meth would be degrading to women, somehow or other.
I sat down at a table near Lori’s coffee stand. The customers, almost to a person, called it the “secret table” when they found it, because it was buried behind the philosophy and religious books. Most of the tables were out in front, in clear view of the register and Lori at her booth. This one, though, was a nice place to sit when you just needed to chill out for a moment and reflect the happenings of the day.
I most certainly needed that.
My cum had an effect. I didn’t know where it came from. I had no idea if it would continue to do what it did. I certainly had no idea if I thought it was right or wrong. All I knew was that it was vividly, wildly arousing. As soon as my hot seed splashed against Mallory’s throat, she went into a deep, happy hypnotic state. Nothing could snap her out of it. Nothing could faze her while she was in the
state. And the things I told her, she remembered. She took my words into her head as her thoughts.
How the fuck was I supposed to get any work done when I knew I could do that to a completely gorgeous woman at any time now?
And, I realized, leaning back, it was really any time. I had made her believe, now, that she wanted to suck me off all the time. That she would do it anytime I wanted. And I had the feeling that even if those two things weren’t completely true for her yet, she would trust me enough to just suck me off because I told her to.
“Coffee time!” Without warning, Lori clunked a cup down in front of me. Her own was a bit bigger—she always needed a lot of caffeine to fight through the haze of her days.
She sat down across from me, bracelets jingling, and smiled mischievously. “She really took it out of you, huh?”
“Huh? Oh.” I shook my head, trying to clear the haze of daydream from my head. “Yeah. I guess so.”
As I shifted to take the coffee, one hand sunk into my pocket. My fingers slid over the vials inside. Lori’s coffee was right there in front of me. Waiting.
“So...” Lori leaned in, smiling. Fuck, she was cute. “How did it go?”
“It went...you know. Fine. I helped her out. Like I said I would.”
“Come on!” She leaned over and punched me. “Tell me. I had no idea she was into you. You must feel lucky as hell, huh?”
“Are you jealous?”
She snorted. “As if. You’re too clean-cut to be my type, Victor.”
The vials clinked in my pocket, my fingers running wild. My mind raced with possibilities. Lori liked her coffee with sugar and cream. Lots of cream. A little more wouldn’t be noticeable, or so I thought.
I took a sip of my coffee, and then set it down. “Wow, this is strong.”
“What can I say? I like my coffee like I like my men. Strong and inside of a cup.”
Completely running on impulse, still on a high from everything that happened with Mallory, I smiled. “Would you grab me a sugar?”
“You don’t have legs anymore?”
“I’m all comfortable here. Please?”
Rolling her eyes, she stood up and walked back over to her booth. In a flash, I leaned over and dumped a vial of cum in her coffee, stirring it quickly with the stick still inside. With as much cream as she already had in there, there was barely a change in color.
A moment later, she came back and dropped the sugar down in front of me unceremoniously. More than ten packets spilled from her hands; clearly, she felt sarcastic.
“Is that enough for you, honey pie?” she put on a southern accent.
“Thank you, dear. You’re a doll.”
Sitting down, she straightened slightly, looking at her cup. “What happened?”
“What do you mean?” I took a sugar at random and stirred it into the coffee.
“My straw was pointing toward the back wall. Now it’s pointing toward you.”
“Come on.” I smirked. “Really? You remember that?”
“I remember all sorts of stuff, jerk. And I remember that, yeah.”
I shrugged, finally. “I don’t know. The A/C must have moved it. Or the heat. What’s it matter?”
“I just...remember it, is all.”
My perfectly innocuous past was clearly the only thing that saved me from being found out. Well, that, plus the fact that if she were to guess anything, I doubt it would be that I had unloaded a vial of my apparently magic cum into her favorite drink.
Her lips slid over the cup. Her arm lifted, tilting it down toward her face. The coffee pushed past her luscious mouth and down into her waiting, willing throat. And then...she kept drinking and drinking. In less than ten seconds, she downed the entire cup. Her body started swaying gently in time with the music thumping over the stereo. The cup dribbled down to the floor, sliding around her feet. My heart leapt up to my throat, and then down to my pants, and then bounced everywhere in between. I grabbed the cup, arranging it back in front of her.
Then, slowly, I touched her face. Just slightly. Her eyes were absolutely blank, and whitened, though not to the extent that Mallory’s were. Her vibrant greens were more faded than erased. As I touched her, she purred low, leaning into my fingers. Her skin was fever hot.
Gulping, I moved my seat around and rotated Mallory, so that if anyone came to look in on us, I would see them approaching.
“You feel amazing, Lori.”
She smiled, grinning sexily. “Feel ‘mazing.”
“This is better than any high in the world.”
“Better than any high in the world.”
“You love feeling this way.”
“I love feeling this way.”
“I made you feel this way.”
My hands slid over her legs, gripping her thighs hard. She moaned softly, pleasantly. Her smile broadened.
“You made me feel this way.”
Now, for a little work to get done.
“You won’t smoke so much weed.”
“I won’t...won’t...”
“You can be happy on your own merits.”
“I can be happy on my own merits.”
“You’re satisfied with who you are.”
“I’m satisfied with who I am.”
I know. I know. I know I’m totally acting the white knight, saving the poor girl from her crippling addiction. I know it’s just painfully obvious that I want to somehow moralize the complete dismantling of these gorgeous girls’ will.
I just...don’t care. She’s fucking hot and I want her to suck me off. And if, in the meantime, I can improve her life, then I was going to do it.
“You trust me completely.”
“I...trust...”
So close. I could try something else, work my way up to it, but I was impatient. Without a second thought, I took out another vial of cum and popped it open, letting the thick goo slide into her mouth.
“That tastes delicious,” I told her.
“Tastes delicious.”
She moaned, licking it down, eyes totally and completely white now.
Time to try again.
“You trust me completely.”
I could see the surrender in her face. Her muscles relaxed entirely. “I trust you completely.”
“You find me very attractive.”
“I find you very attractive.”
“Pleasing me turns you on.”
“Pleasing you turns me on.”
I realized, suddenly and a bit guiltily, that I hadn’t done the same for Mallory. Something to take care of soon.
“You know being more sober will please me.”
“I know being more sober will please you.”
“You love to please me.”
“I love to please you.”
“You’ll think of new ways to please me.”
“I’ll think of new ways to please you.”
“The more sober you are, the happier I’ll be.”
“The more sober I am, the happier you’ll be.”
“The more sober you are, the happier you’ll be.”
She let out a pleasant sigh. “The more sober I am, the happier I’ll be.”
“You love to please me.”
“I love to please you.”
“You think I’m very attractive.”
“I think you’re very attractive.”
“You trust me. Completely.”
“I trust you completely.”
Repeat, repeat, repeat. Pleasure, attraction, and trust.
Slowly, as with Mallory, her responses became less fluid, more forced. I stopped trying to push the issue and leaned her forward on the table with her head in her hands. She would think, as had happened before, that she had simply fallen asleep on shift.
* * * * *
An hour later, when Lori woke, she seemed ashamed, almost. Walking out of the secret corner, she strolled up to the counter where Mallory and I were running through inventory and mentioned with more bashfulness than usual that she
thought she had smoked too much that morning.
Mallory, as usual, said that then maybe she shouldn’t smoke so much. And Lori, for the first time in memory, nodded.
“Yeah,” she said. “Maybe you’re...maybe you’re right.”
I just smiled and said nothing. My cock pulsed though, eager to do even more to Lori. Eager to do more to Mallory. Even Dawn. All of them, sliding under my control...I couldn’t help the fantasies that flooded my mind.
Dawn arrived near the end of the business day, a couple of hours after I had put Lori under. It was close to nightfall, and as soon as Dawn came in, Lori went out. The coffee stand usually closed an hour before the store itself.
The beautiful blonde looked close to tears. Barely edging out a hello from between her teeth, she rushed to the back office.
Mallory and I exchanged looks.
“That didn’t look good,” I said.
“Nope. Think we should talk to her?”
“I’ll do it,” I said. “I owe her probably like ten more apologies anyway.”
“Well. Don’t be long. I want to keep looking at your butt.”
Squeezing my ass, she sent me on my way. That was, again, another ego boost. I hadn’t specifically told Mallory what to find attractive about me. I suppose her mind, in all its mysterious unknowable fashion, used whatever evidence was in front of it to justify her assumption. Or maybe I did have a cute butt. I wouldn’t know.
I strolled by Dawn’s office. The door was ajar, and after the way she looked when she came in, I thought I would come in and apologize one more time. In typical egomaniacal fashion, I thought pretty much all her troubles revolved around me.
She was on the phone, though. Her voice was tired, defeated.
“No, please, don’t say that.”
She paused.
“I know. I know it hasn’t been bringing in much money. Yes, I know it’s in the red. Yes, for a year.” She sighed. “Okay. A year and a half. But it’s just the downturn. The economy, you know. You’ve been keeping us in business, you know that. And, and—no, I don’t expect you to nurse a starving pup. Come on. You know what this shop means to this city. Please, I’m asking you to...” she let out a long sigh. “Okay. We’ll talk about it again at the end of the month. It’s just that, the Ice Festival is next week, and you know that spikes sales, and...okay. Okay. Thank you.”
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