They say it's lonely at the top. It's lonely being unique, too. While I had all the power I wanted, all the women I could take, and all the pride of being different, I lacked a very basic necessity: someone to share it with. Not just someone to brag to. I needed someone who would delight in my progress. Someone who would understand the shortcomings. Someone to challenge me to improve my skills. And most of all, someone who liked me for me. Not a person I'd have to manipulate to like me.

Logically, I knew that there had to be somebody with the same talents as me. With over six billion people on the planet, what are the odds that I'd be the only mentally-enhanced one? Pretty long - like billions to one! So I knew "my people" were out there. I just didn't know how to find them.

I sure know I wasn't looking for them while I was fucking Christy, a stunning brunette I'd met at my hair salon. I'd gone in for a quick trim, that's all. Since my regular stylist had another appointment, the receptionist sent me to Christy. My cock hardened at the first sight of her. About 5'8", with short hair, a pixie-ish face, ample tits and a boyish butt, her inherent enthusiasm was intoxicating. Talking to her didn't detract from her beauty. Though not a rocket scientist by any means, she was semi-intelligent and knew how to flirt.

I only half-listened to her good-natured banter as I scanned her mind. Among the useful bits of information: she only had a part-time boyfriend, lived with her parents, and had fucked about six other guys. Using some of the information I had gleaned from her mind, I led our conversation into areas of common interest. Then I made sure the other girls in the salon noticed how well we were hitting it off. That way they wouldn't be suspicious when I came by later to pick her up. I knew that given enough time, I could seduce her the regular way. But I was eager to get between her legs. Some of her memories showed her to be a passionate and enthusiastic lover. So, before leaving the salon, I inserted a suggestion into her mind to ask me out, with the unexpressed goal of having sex later in the evening. After gratefully accepting her invitation to go out, I again snooped into her mind, curious as to how she would rationalize her actions. Her rationalization: she thought she should be taking more risks. I left determined to make the night a risk well worth taking.

Four hours later I was gazing down at her trembling naked body in a cheap motel on the edge of town. Her body fulfilled all its promise and more. Imagine taut lips that are both hot and cold, with a delectably talented tongue. Fully-natural round breasts capped with cherry-pit hard nipples. Softly curving hips that wiggle with every giggle. A tiny slit barely concealed by downy-soft peach fuzz. A pert, smooth ass moving with barely a ripple. Tanned and toned legs. And pink painted toenails. Then imagine this bundle of beauty barely containing her desire to be split open by your diamond-hard cock. Her legs are splayed, she's grinning up at you, and her hands can't stop stroking her tingling skin.

I knew from my previous scan that she loved to fuck, but didn't like to suck. That, however, didn't fit into my plans, which included her cleaning my cock of spent cum and her juices. So I jumped into her mind to make this minor change...and felt my suggestion echo back at me. Surprised, I took a quick scan of her, confirming that she did now want to suck my cock. But during my scan, I received the same strange echo. Though I'm sure that my confusion must have been visible on my face, that didn't stop Christy from making her immediate needs known.

"Oh, please, I'm ready," she panted, spreading her legs to their fullest extension. "Please don't make me wait. I want you so bad. Soooo bad..."

Despite my confusion, I did what comes naturally, plunging my cock into her tight little twat. And by tight, I mean that her pussy was like a vise, squeezing my cock in a steely grip. After a couple of strokes, I lost all my inhibitions, concentrating solely on the exquisite sensations her cunt was delivering to my cock. I'd just settled in for a long, slow fuck accompanied by some delicious tit sucking when a knock on the door interrupted my pleasure.

"Go-mph awaph!" I shouted into Christy's tits, returning to my task of chewing on her hard right nipple.

The knock sounded again, this time louder. With a growl, I disengaged from Christy and stalked over to the door. I wanted to see this person's face when I mentally whipped them into a cowering heap. Not even bothering to cover up, I flung open the door to find a tall, stocky blond woman staring at me, a mischievous smile flitting across her lips.