At the Wedding: A Mind Control Fantasy - Part II of V

by Alvo Torelli

(Mg, mc, ped, oral, nc)

Go here for Part I of Tara's Adventures

Part II: Two nights before the wedding: Tara goes to the club and meets a guy.

With the wedding still two days away, dinner was a no-host informal affair at an outside club down the beach a mile or so from the bungalows. All of the guests were already there when Tara made her entrance, half an hour late. A marked hush fell over the crowd. Everyone stared at the young girl as she walked across the room in her incredibly hot and inappropriate outfit, blushing deeply at all the attention. And then the whispering started.

Tara was wearing an outrageous clubbing dress - glimmering black slinky material that flowed incredibly as she walked, with some trouble, across the dance floor. Her black heels were almost five inches and they made her shapely legs incredibly hot. And there was a lot of leg to admire since the dress was far too short to be appropriate any place but the set of a porn movie, certainly not appropriate for a thirteen-year-old girl. Every few seconds Tara would desperately tug at the hem of the dress, trying to preserve a little bit of modesty, not realizing that she was just drawing more attention to the way she was displayed for all to see. Even yanked downwards, the skirt of the dress barely covered Tara's perfect round ass. Heaven forbid she be forced to bend over in front of people. Of course I was the only onlooker who knew that half her torment was due to the fact she wasn't wearing any panties. And let's not forget the plunging neckline of the dress, displaying the vast majority of Tara's ample perky young breasts, or the fact that the club dress was almost completely backless, held in place by tiny chains across her back.

I loved the anguish Tara tried unsuccessfully to keep from her face. Normally she loved being the center of attention, but her outfit and her hot body were bringing her far more attention than she was prepared to deal with - from men and women both. It was one thing to have men furtively admire you, another to see them obviously want to devour you. And walking around without panties increased her sense of vulnerability ten-fold. That vulnerability showed in her every move and added subtly to her allure. Every male in he bar had his eyes glued to the amazing young goddess and every female scowled at her with contempt. Even Tara's father was slack-jawed at the sight of his over-sexed daughter. Her mother was too shocked to speak.

People wanted to pretend there was nothing wrong with Tara's wild outfit - no one wanted to spoil the evening for the bride - so the chattering small talk slowly resumed. Tara stood in the middle of the crowd and, according to my standing instructions, acted as if nothing had happened to her earlier. But her discomfort at being so vulnerable and obviously on display kept her subdued. I watched the crowd to see who indicated the most interest in my little toy. It was a three-way tie between the best man's elderly father, the fat bartender and, surprisingly, Tara's own father. All three had a terrible time keeping their eyes off of her. Eventually I decided it was time. Everyone of age, and some others, had had plenty to drink. Conversation was roaring. The three marks were even more obvious in their new-found lust for the delectable Tara, and even Tara, with help of a couple of sneaked beers, had overcome some of her unease. It was time to act.

Given the general level of inebriation in the room, I didn't think I had to be too subtle about walking up to Tara where she stood next to the bar, unable to sit on one of the high bar stools in her short dress. Given the noise level in the bar, it was natural to lean in close to her ear to speak to her. I was the only one who saw the look of fear that flashed momentarily across her face as I came close - the only one to notice the way her muscles tightened in an attempt to flee. But my earlier directions were still in force, and her body wasn't able to respond to her mind's desire to escape from her evil tormentor.

"You look very sexy, Tara," I said softly into her ear. She tensed but didn't respond. "Do you like wearing that short dress with no panties? Does it make you feel sexy? Tell me Tara."

"No, I hate it."

"Do you want me to make sure everyone here knows you don't have any panties, Tara?"

"No, no, please!" Tara's voice was soft enough for only my ears, but it was filled with anguish.

"How does the way you're dressed make you feel, Tara? Tell me!"

"Oh god, it makes me feel so scared and, I don't know, vulnerable. I'm so afraid I'll move the wrong way, or trip, or forget and someone will see under my dress. And the bust is tight and low. I'm sure everyone is looking down my front. All the men keep looking at me like I'm something to eat."

I was so glad to hear that Tara understood the terrible position I'd put her in. Her voice had resorted to that of a little girl, not a sex goddess. Everything about her was intoxicating and my cock was so tight in my pants I could barely stand it. But it wasn't my turn to enjoy the pretty little girl's delights.

"There are three men here who are particularly interested in you, Tara. All three of them want you very much. But just to let you know what a kind guy I am I'm going to let you choose just one of them for a blow job - right here in the bar. Isn't that nice of me Tara?"

"Oh my god, no, please! Don't make me do that! Oh god."

"The first guy is Ryan's father, Reginald - you know him, the old guy over there staring at you now. He must be eighty if he's a day. He'd be a good choice, Tara, 'cause it would take his wizened old pecker a long time to cum in your pretty little mouth."

"Oh god, no, I couldn't! He's so old. He's disgusting!"

"Are you saying you won't suck his dick, Tara?"

"No, no, I won't do it."

"You'd do it if I told you to, Tara, don't forget that. But I said you could choose and I won't go back on my word. So now you can just choose between the other two. The first one is the bartender. Tell me what you think of him, Tara. Do you want to choose him?"

"Ooh, he's disgusting." Tara whispered back in my ear. "He's so fat and he's old and sweaty. He's awful. But, but, oh god, who's the other one?"

Ah, little Tara was learning. "The other one, princess, is your daddy - who hasn't taken his beady eyes off of you for an hour. I think he's been remembering how much those amazing tits of yours cost, and thinking all evening about getting his money's worth. So who will it be, Tara, fat bartender dude or daddy dearest? Tell me now."

"Oh my god, oh my god, not my daddy! I couldn't. I couldn't. Oh god, I, I choose the bartender."

It was hardly surprising that a thirteen year old girl would be aghast at sucking her own father's dick, but I suspect it was a hard call for poor Tara. The barkeeper really was a fat greasy slob of a man. Smiling, I whispered my last quick instructions to Tara and watched her tremble with distress. Then I turned away from her and quickly walked to the bar, where I took a seat by myself. The bartender waddled over to me and asked me for my order - a beer - which he poured expertly.

Taking a closer look I saw that Tara's assessment of the fat ugly man was about right. He was disgusting. Rolls of flesh hung over his belt and his limp greasy hair lay across his head in a terrible comb-over. I also noted that his attention had gone back to Tara the second he was done drawing my beer.

"Quite the little sex pot, isn't she?" I said nonchalantly to the man behind the bar. "Can you believe she's only thirteen."

"No fucking way!" the bartender replied. "I mean, look at her - she's so fucking hot. And those tits. No way is that little piece thirteen."

"Believe it or not," I replied, "what do I care. But I'll bet you five bucks, right now, that she'll suck your dick, and she'll be the best you ever had."

I thought the bartender was going to have a heart attack on the spot. His eyes were big as saucers and he spluttered incoherently for several seconds before he finally managed to spit out, "no fucking way, man, no fucking way."

"Hey, come on man, how can you lose. If she won't suck your dick it's an easy five. But just imagine if she will. Just imagine those pretty pouty lips of hers wrapped around your Johnson, slurping up and down, licking your balls and letting you cum in her mouth. And all it costs you is five bucks. Come on man, take the bet, and here's my five as good faith." I put a five on the bar and looked at him expectantly.

"You're not fucking around are you?" the bartender said. "Is this some kinda scam? Are you a cop or something?"

"Hey, I'm no cop, I'm just a guy from Portland looking to do a solid for another guy and have a little fun. If you don't want a chance at the little girl, it's fine by me, I'll find another guy. No problem - I mean, come on, look at her. How much trouble am I gonna have finding someone to let that blow his mind?"

"Okay, okay, I'm in. But why five bucks, man? That's just screwy."

"Oh, it's a little joke between me and the hotty," I said.

"Jesus, you are strange. And I don't believe a word of your bullshit, Jack, there's no way your gonna get that hot girl to suck my fat dick. No way. Might as well just pay up now and get it over with."

"Not so fast," I said. "Just head back to the men's room and hang the closed-for-cleaning sign on the door. Wait for us in the second stall."

"Us?" he replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's part of the deal." I said, "I get to watch. You got a problem with that?"

"No, I guess not," he said and then turned to yell at the waitress who'd been schlepping drinks all night. "Hey, Wanda, take over the bar for me. I'm going on break."

Wanda, a bleach blonde forty something in a short skirt and tank top, gave the bartender a dirty look, but she obligingly headed behind the bar to take over. The bartender followed instructions and headed down a dim hallway towards the bathrooms. That was my cue to wave at Tara, the signal I'd instructed her to obey. And obey she did, walking slowly and seductively across the bar to follow the bartender down the same hallway. At least half a dozen pairs of male eyes watched her fine ass every step until she disappeared around the corner.

I waited a full minute before I followed, not wanting to be too obvious about following my toy. Besides, it was extremely amusing to eavesdrop on the conversations that erupted the second Tara was out of the room. These broke into three types: acidic and catty chattering amongst women, venomous berating of men by their wives or girlfriends for their obvious roving eyes and sexually explicit references about Tara's fantastic looks between men. Yes, my newest subject was exactly what she always wanted to be - the center of attention. And now it was time to go witness her being the center of a complete stranger's attention.

I entered the men's room, past the closed-for-cleaning sign, to find Tara at the entrance to the second stall with a look of horror on her face. Horror and high heels were the only things she wore, as I'd instructed her to do a slow strip-tease for her 'client' the second she entered the bathroom. I suspected the dress had been gone for half a minute and the bra had just come off, since the bartender was ogling Tara's breasts with salacious surprise and admiration. As she slowly turned in front of him, embarrassment poured off of her, but she wriggled her fine ass in his face like the pro she was meant to be.

The barman sat on the commode wide-eyed with astonishment and lust. His pants and boxers were already down around his ankles and he splayed his legs wide to give better access to his short fat prick. He had to lift rolls of belly fat out of the way in order to grasp the thick erect appendage in his chubby hand. I'd chosen the second stall because the commode seat had no cover, so the man's enormous balls hung down to almost touch the dirty water. I was worried he would blow his top before Tara ever touched him, but then I realized that would actually be perfect. The man was so focused on Tara's beauty I don't think he even knew I was there. He certainly didn't complain when I pulled out my cell and started taking pictures.

I spoke quietly to Tara. "Get closer to him Tara. Bend over and give him a long hard kiss with lots of tongue." Tara's beautiful eyes flared with disgust, but she did as instructed. The bartender slobbered all over her face with great enjoyment until Tara pulled away, judging she'd fulfilled the obligation of my command. But I was ready for that. "Now let him kiss your breasts, Tara. Make sure he gets a mouthful of both nipples. And keep your hands behind your neck while he does it."

"Oh god," Tara moaned in despair, but she placed her hands behind her head, throwing her chest out provocatively, then inched forward and practically kneeled in the mans lap to get her large breasts pressed up to his face. He left off whacking his short cock and grabbed her tits in his meaty hands, pressing them together and guiding one of them to his mouth. I thought this was probably the first time poor Tara ever had her nipples sucked, and the bartender did his best to make it memorable. He licked, slobbered, pinched, kneaded, sucked and generally manhandled little Tara's ample bosoms. She closed her eyes tightly, moaned and shivered with disgust. I kept my phone camera very busy.

I knew the man was close from the frantic way he pawed at Tara, so I told her to turn around. She complied at once, wild-eyed with fear at what was coming next. "Spread your legs wide," I said and when she complied I continued. "Now bend over as far as you can and give him a great view of your hot little virgin cunt, Tara. And it's time for you to get aroused, princess. Show the man how wet and horny your little pussy is."

"Noooooo," Tara moaned softly. "Please, not here, not like this. Please don't let him rape me."

I nearly chuckled at Tara's mistaken distress. As if I would waste her precious flower on this fat fuck. But it was fun to let her anguish blossom and so I just looked over her back to the bartender, who was stunned by the back door sight of Tara's tender bits, and said "go ahead, see how wet she is. See how bad she wants it."

"Holy fuck," the bartender exclaimed as he ran two fingers through Tara's tight cleft. She flinched at the unwanted contact and pleaded again. "She's so fucking wet. Oh fuck." Suddenly the man withdrew his fingers from Tara so he could once again pull up the rolls of belly fat that obscured his erection, which he grabbed and stroked as fast as he could. "Oh shit, fuck, she's so..., I'm gonna..., oh fuck, yeah, yeah, fuck!" Hot jism exploded from his short cock in a large geyser that landed squarely on Tara's round ass. A second and third spurt of thick goo were deposited on her as well and all the warm fluid immediately began to slide down through the crack to coat her rosebud and her fine puffy cunt. Tara shivered with revulsion, unable to rise from her demeaning position until I told her to.

"Scoop up his cum, princess, quickly, before it drips off." Still bending over, Tara did as I said, pulling her hands from behind her neck and using both to capture the warm goo as best she could. "Now stand up and rub his cum into your pussy." I continued. "Having his cum in your pussy makes you incredibly horny. You need to get off, Tara. You need an orgasm more than anything, don't you?"

"Oh god, please, don't make me..." Tara moaned even as she spread the warm jism into her cunt. "Oh no, yes, yes, I need to come. I need it."

"You know what you have to do to come, don't you Tara. You know the drill, now get to it."

"Noooooo. Oh god." Tara turned and looked at the stunned fat man who had just jetted his cum all over her backside. "Please," she said to him with desperation, "please, you have to cum in my mouth. I'm begging you, please let me suck your dick!" And then she dropped to her knees in front of him to pull and struggle with the rolls of sweaty flesh obscuring his limp dick.

The look of utter disgust on Tara's pretty young face was priceless as she struggled to get her lips around the flaccid cock. My phone camera caught every angle of her humiliation, including the hand she used to desperately finger her pussy. But then I spoke to her, giving her new instructions. "You have to get his cock hard again, princess. And the best way to do that is to suck on his balls. Do it, princess, reach in there and get those huge balls in your pretty mouth."

"Oh shit, yeah, fuck me!" The bartender squirmed on the commode as Tara lifted one of his pendulous large balls out of the depths of the bowl and hesitantly brought her lips to it. She didn't want to touch the corpulent man any more than she had to, but sucking his balls, one by one, into her pouty little mouth required pressing her sweet face into the hairy flesh of his inner thighs. "Oh fuck!" he yelled. As Tara sucked his balls the man's fat cock rapidly came back to tumescence, slapping hard against Tara's cheek as he writhed.

Tara had done as directed and her need for release continued to overwhelm her, so she quickly switched her mouth from the now soggy gonads to the thick cock. She was desperate. She could barely get her mouth around his erection, but she forced herself and then rapidly bobbed her head up and down. The bartender, in ecstasy, moaned and thrashed, but he managed to hold up his vast rolls of belly fat. Tara sucked and licked frantically. She stroked his dick and even played with his balls deep inside the bowl. And then she came up for air, knowing what she was required to do before her torment could be done.

"Please mister," Tara begged in a voice even younger than her scant thirteen years, "please cum in my mouth. I want your cum. I need it! Please!" And then his fat cock was stretching her pouty lips wide again.

It took almost ten minutes for the fat idiot to cum a second time, ten minutes of the best cock sucking he would ever get in his life, ten minutes of the mouth and repeated childish begging of an incredibly hot thirteen-year-old beauty. When he finally felt the hot pressure in his balls he went wild. He lost control of himself, dropping the folds of belly fat so that he could grab Tara's head and force his cock even deeper into her throat. The poor girls face disappeared into the mounds of sweaty fat as he grabbed her and savagely thrust his hips at her, jetting waves of cum down her throat.

With the fat man's cum in her mouth Tara had completed her assignment with him and she was desperate to get away from him. She pushed and strained, but he held her tightly by the head to enjoy the last few seconds of using her. At the same time her orchestrated orgasm struck. With his slowly shrinking dick still forcibly lodged in her mouth and her own fingers rapidly scrabbling at her little clit, Tara's tormenting orgasm raced through her body and caused her to shake wildly.

Frightened that the little girl was having an attack, the bartender released her and Tara reared backwards, falling to the dirty bathroom floor. She writhed on the floor with the cresting waves of her orgasm. She threw her head back and little rivulets of cum-drool ran across her soft cheek. Neither of them had noticed the long thick cock I'd pulled from my pants to stroke as I watched the depraved scene of a fat middle-aged bartender getting sucked off by a teenaged goddess.

"Look at me, princess," I said and Tara's eyes flew open to stare up at me from the floor. Even now she was beautiful. With a final stroke of my fist I came and a huge rope of hot cum arced out to fall perfectly across Tara's face and breasts, only to be joined by two more thick streams of hot jism. With her orgasm still controlling her, Tara could barely react to the added humiliation. The pictures would be priceless.

"Pay the whore her five bucks," I growled at the stunned barkeep as I tucked my cock back in my slacks. Wide eyed, he too pulled up his pants and then fished a five out of his wallet. "Take the money, Tara," I said. The pretty naked child struggled up to her knees, humiliation painted across her cum-smeared face and reached out to take the money. "Congratulations Tara, you're a real whore now - a professional. How does it feel? Tell this fat fuck how you feel taking his money for being his cum dump."

"Oh-oh god," Tara stammered. "It was awful. I don't want to be a whore. Please don't make me do this any more. Please!"

"Get yourself cleaned up and get back out to the party, Tara, before someone figures out what you're up to," I said. "And you," I said to the gaping bartender, "I think you got the best deal of your life. But don't forget I've got pictures, so keep your fucking mouth shut." And with that I was gone.

Go here for Part III of Tara's Adventures

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