"Slut-Maker" (mc, m/F, anal)

I really can't help it. I can influence others' minds completely, and
their bodies to some extent by way of their minds. It's understandable
that I use my ability for my own pleasure.

Not selfish pleasure, though. Not entirely selfish. Believe me, every
one of my "victims" thoroughly enjoys what he or she undergoes.

Take Melissa Stevens. Mrs. Stevens is a 32 year-old housewife in a
lovely suburb of a nameless city. Her husband is a doctor. The Stevenses
live in an upscale neighborhood and have no children.

Mrs. Stevens usually busies herself with volunteering or doing work for
the church or playing tennis at the racquet club. Summer's just begun,
though, so today she's enjoying her first sunbathing session in the
backyard by the pool.

Mrs. Stevens has a stunning figure. She should - she works out plenty.
She's of mixed descent: She has ancestors from Africa, Polynesia and
India; their blood has combined to create a gorgeous creature with a
killer body, an exotic face and curly, flowing dark hair. Tanning won't
do much for Mrs. Stevens' dark skin, but she's not worried about looking
good, because she knows she does - just feeling good.

Today Mrs. Stevens has put on an awfully skimpy bikini. All of her
swimsuits are revealing - she doesn't even own a one-piece - but this
one is a little black number with spaghetti ties and a thong back that
could pass for thick dental floss. It's a new suit. Mrs. Stevens picked
it up yesterday at the mall without really thinking about it. (Well, I
confess: It was my idea.)

Mrs. Stevens is stretching onto her chaise longue. There's a bottle of
suntan oil on the table beside her; she set it out earlier today, so
it's warm from the sun now. She opens the bottle and lets the oil drip
onto her palm. She starts rubbing the oil over her arms, her shoulders
and neck, her legs and belly. She sets the bottle down, lies back and
closes her eyes.

And she abruptly opens her eyes, sits up and reaches for the bottle. She
needs more oil. More warm oil. She needs to put it on her hand...

...and when there's a warm pool of suntan oil in her palm, Mrs. Stevens
drops the bottle, lies back and closes her eyes again, and quickly
slides her hand down to the itsy-bitsy crotch of her swimsuit. And her
hand slips inside her swimsuit bottom and coats her pubic hair and
sweaty pussy lips with suntan oil.

Mrs. Stevens likes sex. She likes sex quite a bit. And the backyard is
surrounded by a high fence, so she shouldn't have to worry about anyone
seeing her. But she's never had the urge to masturbate outside, out in
the open, out where someone *could* see her. Not until today. She's not
sure what's come over her. Not sure why she's suddenly so horny. Why she
suddenly feels naughty, nasty -

[like a kinky little slut]

- and not sure at all where that thought came from! She is not, has
never thought of herself as a -

[bad whore - slippery piece of fuckmeat]

- no! She doesn't like this at all. She doesn't like these nasty
thoughts that are invading her head. She doesn't like that her hand and
fingers are moving at double-speed, pressing on her clit and slipping up
her hole; and that the oil spread over her cunt has formed a greasy
compound, mixed with her own wetness.

[slippery slut, ready for fucking - ready for eating - nasty,
masturbating bitch-in-heat]

Mrs. Stevens is still struggling with these thoughts, so foreign a few
minutes ago, but becoming oh-so-familiar with frightening rapidity. She
is so busy trying to convince herself that she's not

[a randy, tight, walking hole - a cum disposal - a happy, horny
housewife]

that she doesn't notice that now both her hands are inside her swimsuit,
rubbing on her wetness, getting slicker by the instant. And when her
second hand is slippery enough, it moves up, to her  itty-bitty top, and
inside, to her not-so-itty-bitty titty. It squeezes and rubs and pulls
on her titty and nipple, smearing pussy juice all over it.

Mrs. Stevens fights, but finally, her mind buckles. It gives in, gives
up to the nasty, naughty, penetrating thoughts. She is a wanton whore.
She is so wet, large droplets of the oily compound - by now, consisting
mostly of her own cunt cream - are forming on her innermost thighs and
actually splashing through the slits in the chaise longue onto the
concrete. She flips over and gets on all fours on the chaise longue, so
that she can grind her nipples through her swimsuit top against the
plastic chair while her hand stays inside her swimsuit bottom,
alternately poking darting fingers into her pussyhole and sliding them
gently but quickly into her happy bottom. Mrs. Stevens was not a big fan
of anal stimulation until her recent revelation that she was an

[ass slut - anal whore - anal girl - butt slut - good buttfuck girl]

- among other things.

Mrs. Stevens likes sex. She likes sex quite a bit. She likes sex with
anything that moves. She likes fucking. Sucking. She likes sex with her
husband. With other men. With young boys.

[teacher slut]

She *is* a teacher slut. She wants to teach a young boy how to fuck. How
to fuck her pussy well. How to eat her and lick her and feed her cum.

Conveniently for Mrs. Stevens - although, I must confess, not
coincidentally - Kyle Kerbaugh is watching her from his upstairs window
next door. Kyle is 14. Kyle has thought of ramming his dick into Mrs.
Stevens' pussy plenty of times since he started jerking off. Kyle's
hard-on is just about ready to explode just from watching Mrs. Stevens'
performance.

These things make Kyle much easier to manipulate than Mrs. Stevens. It's
simple to get Kyle to leave his room, go downstairs, go outside and walk
through the Stevenses' unlocked front door and back to the pool. When he
gets there, he slips out of his clothes in seconds. Mrs. Stevens doesn't
see him, as she's still on all fours on the chaise longue with her back
to the house.

Kyle approaches the moaning pussy- and ass-fingering Mrs. Stevens. She's
whispering to herself now, while she frigs herself: "Good girl, good
teacher, good slut. Good boy - fuck me... eat... eat... eat..."

Her ass is in the air. Kyle has dropped to his knees behind it. His
boner is firm and curving upward. It would have exploded by now under
normal circumstances, but I've latched onto his brain and forbidden it
to let that happen.

Kyle is hungry. He's hungry for ass. Luckily, it's on the menu. He leans
forward, puts his palms on Mrs. Stevens asscheeks, hooking the thong of
her suit with a thumb. She gasps at about the same moment his lips and
tongue connect with her greasy, tight butt hole.

(I may be depraved. I experience a rich thrill, knowing that this boy's
first sexual experience - before a kiss, before holding hands, before
anything - is to devour this sexpot's delectable asshole.)

Mrs. Stevens is at least as thrilled as I am. She croons and turns her
head to see Kyle feasting away. He dances his tongue around her asshole,
and then pokes it eagerly but slowly inside, trying to draw out all the
flavor he can. She groans. He's French-kissing her ass. She whimpers.
She turns into the teacher slut she wants to be.

"Good, Kyle, good," she says. "Get it way up there. Assfuck me with your
tongue. Get it so juicy-wet up there, so cocks can fit inside."

He eats her butt for at least ten minutes. He lets his tongue slide over
and over down to her juicy, hot pussyhole. Mrs. Stevens wants to rub her
clit, but she feels too good to move. She wants to bring herself off,
but she can't. That will come later, I've decided.

Every so often, an ounce or so of resistance will pop up in Mrs.
Stevens' head, asking questions like, "Should a 14-year-old boy be
sucking on my ass?" Before she can answer herself, though, I nudge her a
little, mentally. All it takes is a nudge - she's so hot and depraved by
now, I just have to take her mind off the question for an instant, knock
her off-balance, and Kyle's tongue or lips touch a new spot, and she
replies to herself with a mental scream: "YES! YES, HE SHOULD! HE NEEDS
TO LEARN TO BE MY SLUT-BOY!"

And then she'll say aloud, in a heavy, breathy voice, "Good... good
slut-boy. Eat that tight ass. Eat it up."

She thinks of how good this feels. She thinks of her husband, the
handsome Dr. Stevens.

She wishes she had his cock pushing and pulling in and out of her
now-gooey wet asshole.

She wishes Kyle were sucking her at the same time, like he is now.

She... she wishes she could watch Kyle getting Dr. Stevens' dick ready
for her, lubing it up with his mouth.

She wishes Dr. Stevens would make them both - her and Kyle - kneel in
front of him and give him head for an hour, swallowing his stick,
sucking his balls, licking his rosebud asshole.

She wishes the two men - Dr. Stevens and Kyle - would lean against a
wall, legs spread, and tell her to eat both their asses.

Mrs. Melissa Stevens wants all these things to happen. They will - I
like to make sure everyone I use has his or her fantasies fulfilled,
even if I instilled the fantasies within them.

For now, she has other things to think about. Kyle is done using his
tongue on Mrs. Stevens. It's almost numb now, he's been working it so
furiously. He pulls back; she turns over on the chaise longue, per my
silent request. She looks at him, and there's some serious wanting in
her eyes. She's murmuring, "Good boy... good boy... teach you how to
treat pussies right... how to use your cock..." - but the way she's
looking at him, she seems more like a horny schoolgirl now, just
introduced to nasty fun and hungry for more of it. She almost looks like
she's begging.

Kyle grunts and leans forward. He pulls off her bikini bottoms, pushes
his face into her sopping sex one more time and lets a long, firm lick
trail up her cuntlips, tease her hole and graze her clit.

Then he moves farther forward. He pulls off her top, which is almost
falling off by now anyway. He crams his face and mouth against Mrs.
Stevens' tits, nuzzling on them and getting his tongue all over them.

Kyle has kissed asshole, pussy and tit now, before ever actually kissing
a girl. He finishes with Mrs. Stevens' breasts and moves up. I almost
still don't want him to kiss her, just so he can get his tastebuds on
cock and balls and a man's tight ass before his first kiss too. But I
think it's important that Mrs. Stevens suck on a tongue that's been in
her most intimate places. And she wants so badly to kiss this boy, to
kiss him and beg him to fuck her.

She's been so good so far, I have to let her. So Kyle plunges his tongue
into her mouth and they kiss; and they kiss for a long time, and
whenever they take a breath, Kyle can hear Mrs. Stevens whispering, "I'm
a slut, I'm a horny, helpless slut... fuck me...
slutslutslutslutslut...fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

Kyle is happy to oblige. As I said, he's much easier to manipulate -
he'd do this without mental coercion. He might not, though, decide to
fuck Mrs. Stevens in the ass - at least not this first time - without
some suggestion.

It's pretentious, but I often like to maintain some sort of theme when
I'm playing with subjects. So I think it's important that since Kyle's
first kiss was Mrs. Stevens' ass, he not lose his virginity the
traditional way either. I think it's fair, too, that since Kyle spent so
long getting Mrs. Stevens' asshole slippery, he be allowed to reap the
fruits of his labor.

Kyle's cock really is a rich purplish by now. If it weren't for the
mental restraint I put on him, he would have spurted come long before he
even made it across the backyard to Mrs. Stevens. He won't have to wait
long, though.

He stands up, shows his dickmeat to Mrs. Stevens. It's not so big - he's
only a 14-year-old boy, after all - but it's so rigid and purple and
ready that she gasps. Nasty thoughts flash through her head faster than
she can figure them out - she just knows how dirty they are and how much
that turns her on: She wishes she could prepare Kyle's cock with her
mouth; she wishes her husband were doing the preparing; she wishes Kyle
had a roomful of friends she could teach like this; she wishes-

She feels Kyle's cockhead where his tongue had been - on her asshole.
Her legs are spread; her hands are kneading her tits and pulling her
nipples. She slides forward a bit, to make this easier for Kyle.

(And in case you're wondering, there is no way these two folks could
assfuck on a chaise longue under typical circumstances. I'm keeping them
in balance. I don't mind doing things like that if it makes things more
picturesque.)

Kyle fucks her ass. He fucks her hard in the ass. She moans. There's one
last flicker of resistance from her (I trace it back to its source and
discover it comes from her husband's being the only man she's ever had
anal sex with, until now) when it occurs to her that this is the first
time she's ever been unfaithful to her marriage vows. I crush - I mean,
*crush* - that resistance with an immense wall of thought: IT WON'T BE
THE LAST. SHE IS A SLUT NOW...

...and her husband won't mind anyway, because they'll both be practicing
this lifestyle, at least for a while.

Kyle groans and grunts and sticks her ass with his dick. Mrs. Stevens'
rubs two fingers on her clit, masturbating lewdly, more lewdly than she
ever has when she's alone. The two of them aren't even concentrating on
each other anymore - all they're thinking of is depraved, nasty pleasure
and how much they want it.

After not a very long time, Mrs. Stevens presses down particularly
firmly on her clit and starts moaning, almost in surprise: She has
achieved orgasm. She begins to buck and shudder, and she lets her middle
finger drop into her slipperier-than-ever pussyhole, so that she can
feel the fingerfuck as she comes.

The contractions rippling through Mrs. Stevens' body - it *is* the most
powerful orgasm she's ever had, believe me - set Kyle off, naturally. I
flick away the restraint I placed on him (if I didn't, he'd suffer
physiological and psychological damage), and sticky blasts of goo stream
out of Kyle's cock and deep into Mrs. Stevens' inner recesses. He pulls
out and enough semen remains for him to jet a cumshot on Mrs. Stevens'
inner thighs.

(A 14-year-old boy normally doesn't produce that much semen, but Kyle
hasn't masturbated for over a week, per my orders, and his reproductive
system has been working at increased capacity, also per my orders. As I
said, I do what I can to make things picturesque.)

Mrs. Stevens and Kyle's actual fuck-session lasted less than five
minutes. But that's OK. Melissa Stevens is still intensely horny, and
now that she's more relaxed, I've given her more control. She's thinking
of really teaching Kyle now. Being a dominatrix. Turning him into a good
pet.

That will happen. Kyle is still horny too. He can't physically perform
again yet, but he wants more anyway; he doesn't feel the return to a
normal state-of-being that orgasm usually brings. He feels just as
naughty as before - just not as hard.

Mrs. Stevens will take Kyle to her bedroom and begin instructing him.
He'll learn quickly and well. He'll learn so well that, after a while,
she'll be a nervous schoolgirl again, begging for fucking.

That cycle will repeat itself for several hours, until Dr. Stevens gets
home, his mouth still aching and watering after a long day of providing
all his patients, male and female, with a special extra service.

Dr. Stevens won't have come the whole day, though, so he'll be very
horny and he'll need a pair of cum receptacles. He won't waste any time
stripping his clothes off when he sees his wife and the neighbor boy;
they won't waste any time taking care off his hard-on.

Things will happen so fast, actually, that none of them will have time
to think about their new lifestyle. They'll just enjoy it and wait for
whatever pleasure comes their way next. And until I decide otherwise,
there will be a few more depraved sluts in the world - lucky sluts, who
always get their way and whose fantasies always come true.

The way I want it to be.