by bobwhite
Author’s Note: In my quest to introduce jobs not normally associated with eros to the genre of mind control erotica (like accountancy and water meter reading), I give you this tale. Special thinks to ghosthostblue, who gave me a few good ideas and helped with the proofreading of this story. Enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!
The silver car, a mid-sized Ford that had been making a funny sound since about an hour after it had been driven out of the RentMeCheap parking lot, squeaked to a stop. Michael had grown accustomed to both the squeaky breaks and pinging engine, but the non-working air conditioner had made the drive from Charlotte to Fayetteville unbearably hot. Grabbing his long-discarded tie from the passenger seat, he wiped the sweat from his face. Again.
It was as if everything was conspiring against him on this business trip. First, all flights from Charlotte to Fayetteville had been canceled for reasons that not even the woman at the ticket counter could fathom. Then, needing a car, he had managed to rent the biggest lemon from the only rental place approved for his expense account. Neither the air conditioner nor the driver’s side window seemed to work, and it was, in his estimation, the hottest day North Carolina had seen in 40 years. And, adding insult to injury, the car died as he reached for the key so he could turn it off.
“Jesus H. Christ,” he muttered, straightening his sweaty hair and adjusting the collar using the only thing in the car that seemed to work well besides the radio: the rearview mirror. “Next time, I better be sent to California... or Florida... shit, Alaska would be nice!” He could see up the block that he was indeed on Jordan street, something that had taken him a few trips around the block to confirm, and the number on the house told him that he was, finally, at his destination.
“At least this one moved into the house... I shouldn’t even have to track him down,” he said to himself as he made a call to the main office. “Hello, dispatch? This is Adjustor M. Hunt, ID 273T2C6, at the address on the claim. ... Yes, Michael. ... No, nobody calls me Mike. ... Yes, I have heard that one a million times. Look, it’s hot and I’m in a hurry. Check the sensors, is the MCer in the house? And she’s TASU 6, you’re sure? ... Yes, I know I’m TASU 11, but I don’t like sur— ... Look, fine, I get it. I’ll get my report to dispatch when I’m done. ... No, I don’t know how long this will take. It’s a family of five, remember? ... No, I don’t have any other questions. Bye.”
He got out of the car (which required a sharp punch to the door to force it open), pocketed his phone, and thought about putting on his tie. Seeing how sweaty and crumpled it was made him decide against it. Business casual today, I guess, he thought as he made his way to the front door of the house. Doing a quick scan, he “saw” that there were six people in the house—most likely, the entire family plus the one controller he could sense. He had Robert, the man of the house, get up and let him in. Once inside, he quickly addressed Robert’s bewilderment at why he’d just stood up and opened the door for a stranger.
“Hello, Mr. Smythe,” Michael said before being interrupted.
“Actually, it’s doctor; I got my PhD in—” Robert began before being cut off himself.
“My mistake. Sorry.” Michael looked around and saw that two children, a teenage boy and a little girl of about ten years, were watching TV. He unfolded and re-checked the printed claim he was holding—the only ones not within eyesight were Michelle, Robert’s wife, and Stephanie, their 18-year-old daughter. He sent Steve, the teenage son, to get him something cold to drink.
“Anyway. Doctor Smythe, My name is Michael Hunt, and I’m with your insurance company. No, not auto, life, house, hurricane, or any of that. I’m with a special insurance that your employer, who is contracted with the United States government, provides for you. I’m here to make sure everything’s OK. Where is your wife and older daughter?” Michael asked. Right then, Steve came up to them with two glasses of iced tea, and he handed one to Michael.
“Eh, mom’s probably upstairs with Kim, our roommate. Steph probably has one vibrator up her ass and another in her pussy again. She hardly ever stops playing with herself, unless she has to have me and dad clean her toys while she fucks mom and Kim. Hey, did you say your name is Mike Hunt? That’s funny,” Steve said. Immediately, he pulled the waistband of his jeans out just enough to allow him to dump the contents of his glass into his pants. Too shocked at what he’d done to make much of a sound, he ran upstairs to the sound of his little sister’s laughter.
“That’s... weird,” Robert said. “Anyway, he’s right. Steph, ‘Chelle, and Kim are... uh, well, the little one’s around..., so I don’t want to say it....”
In a flash of childish grown-uppedness, Anne, the little girl, stood up and said, “Mommy’s eating at the Y, like she always does,” and then she sat back down.
Michael’s stomach turned. In just the one and a half weeks since their instruments had picked up some abnormalities in the thought frequencies of the house’s occupants—abnormalities that generally only exist when there’s been tampering on a telepathic level—their home had been transformed into an incestuous lesbian orgy. And, peeking into Robert’s head again, he saw that since this “Kim” had arrived, he’d been sleeping downstairs. But what really bothered him was the casual attitude the kids had about this—even the little girl had been told what was going on, sort-of.
Taking a long drink of the very sweet tea, he decided that he’d be having a little fun taking care of this claim. He finished his drink and took a seat on the lounger in the living room. After a few minutes, the tea and air conditioning had cooled him off. When Steve came back down with a change of pants and an armful of sex toys, he decided that it was time to start.
“Steve, put those down on the floor. I have an idea: why don’t you, the good doctor here, and Anne take a nice nap. I’ll send your sister and mom down in a little bit, OK?”
Steve tossed the toys down and passed out on the floor. Robert lay down on the couch and fell asleep almost as quickly. But children never like going to sleep, so Anne had just enough time to ask, “Hey, mister, how do you know all our names?” before laying down next to the doll house she was playing with and drifting off to sleep.
His preliminary work done, Michael walked upstairs. On the way up, he saw a family portrait that confirmed what he had already figured out: the older females in the family were attractive. Very attractive. He felt a twinge in his underpants, and had to remind himself that he could not let whatever he was about to see make him do something to the clients that he’d have to answer for later.
Momentarily, he considered having fun with the undoubtedly lesbian controller who was behind the family’s current situation, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a nice-looking, or even presentable, lesbian mind controller. “Fucking myths,” he muttered to himself just outside the master bedroom door. He already knew all three of them were behind the door. Carefully, he slipped into their minds and made it so they would not notice his presence.
He reached for the door knob, hoping it wasn’t locked; he liked to get the lay of the land before he started working. And when the door swung open, he saw that the lay of the land was much better than he had expected.
One thing he’d noticed in his dealings with lesbians was that they liked eating pussy about as much as most straight guys did. Oh, they loved getting oral sex, but they weren’t nearly as quick to go down as most people probably thought they would be. The scene before him was, therefore, doubly encouraging.
On the huge bed, he saw Kim on her back. Kneeling between her thighs, with her head bobbing and shaking as she orally attacked Kim’s sex, was one of the women of the house. And squatting over Kim’s face, being teased with Kim’s tongue and fingers, was a young woman. A mental probe confirmed that Stephanie was the one being pleased (actually, teased and psionically held just short of her orgasm) by Kim, but the body writhing on top of the woman’s face looked too young and tight to have borne three children anyway.
Michael approached the bed to get a better look. He took a good look at the mother’s body. She was nicely built from what he could see. Her hair was curly and brown, her ass shapely and tight with no visible stretch marks, and her pussy looked to be shaved. He had her sit up and wipe her face, enjoying the sight of her round breasts that sagged only a little. Pushing into her mind again, he had her pinch her nipple with one hand and diddle her clit with the other, and at that moment he forced both her and her daughter to cum hard.
Kim’s arms flailed about in a panic as the slender, scorchingly hot teenager ground her crotch down on the face below as her orgasm coursed through her body. Michael figured Kim couldn’t breathe because Stephanie was writhing directly over Kim’s nose and mouth, so he sent Stephanie over the edge a few more times. He only stopped making her cum when Kim physically pushed the spasming young woman off of her face.
“Damn, Steph, you sure came hard! Kim must have really given you a good one when she gave me one,” Michelle said. Then, she scratched her head, and her face went from blissful and flushed, to confused, and then to relaxed. “Well, that’s enough fun for now, I’m going downstairs to take a shower.” With that, she went to her closet, grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, and went downstairs.
Kim, having just caught her breath, shouted, “Hey, bitch, I haven’t told you to stop! And who let you cum??” Michael figured the question was directed at both Michelle and Stephanie. She sent out mental commands, but Michael blocked them before they could do anything to either woman.
“Wow... I mean... fuck, wow! Kim, thanks. I thought you weren’t going to let me cum at all today. Hey... I think I’m up for a shower too. I’ll use the bathroom upstairs, I don’t want to wait for mom... see ya in a bit, Kim!” Stephanie then got up and started to walk out of the room, naked and satisfied, her long, blond hair matted to her back, shoulders, and perky, medium-sized breasts. Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he snuck up behind her and gave her almost perfectly shaped bottom a firm squeeze, making her stop in her tracks and cum again. Then he let her go on her way.
He closed the door behind her, locked it, and turned around to face Kim. She was sending mental probes out wildly, but Michael was almost twice as powerful as she was and he easily protected her targets. He was tempted to permanently adjust her right then and there, but his pants were straining to hold his erection. The little threesome was just too much for him to bear, and he needed release.
Kim, as Michael had been pleasantly surprised to discover, was very attractive. She had red hair—it was natural, he knew; the curtains matched the small, landing-strip carpet. Playfully, he sent a tingly, sucking sensation that affected her clit. She immediately covered her wet cunt with both hands, trying to stop the invading sensations. Then, he sent a similar sensation to her nipples, and almost laughed when her hands flew up to her full, apparently surgically enhanced breasts.
Michael kept increasing the sensations, enjoying the scene as the confused mind controller squeezed her thighs together hard enough to turn coal into diamonds while trying to protect her breasts from whatever was happening to them. Usually, fake boobs didn’t do much for Michael, but she’d found a wonderful surgeon who had “donated” his expert services, and her breasts were almost perfect.
As she twisted and writhed, Michael delved into his mental store of sensations he’d recorded over the years (Michael, like many other telepaths he’d met, had a nearly photograph memory when it came to physical sensations) and added one that he thought might make her squeal. He wasn’t disappointed. Immediately, Kim’s hips shot up off the bed and she bowed up from the bed as a phantom finger wiggled just inside her anus.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Kim screamed. She looked around, and Michael finally let himself be seen. “Who the fuck are you, asshole?”
Michael took off his dress shirt slowly, and tossed the slightly damp garment to the floor. Then he started to remove his belt. By the time it was gone and his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, Kim had regained some self control and wasn’t moving as much, but she was far too distracted to send out any more mental commands to her former sex toys.
“OK, look... I... I don’t have any pr-problem with y-y-you, just leave and m-maybe I won’t turn you into a f-fag who l-likes—”
“Fag? I thought gay people hated that word? Listen, honey. You’re no match for me. On a scale between 4 and 13, you’re a 6. I’m an 11. That means you can’t do anything to me unless I practically let you, or unless you’re sneaky. And I’m going to take care of that risk as soon as you and I take care of a little business,” Michael said. Then, he dropped his pants, kicked his shoes off, and stepped out of the pants. His dick, creating a huge tent in his underwear, was freed a moment later.
“L... Listen, I’m... you can’t fuck m-me... we can’t... what are... oh god... stop it....” Kim again lost control as the sensations were increased by Michael to maddening levels. A few seconds later, her hands started twisting her nipples instead of trying to cover them up. And after that, she reached down and started fingering herself.
Michael was stroking himself, enjoying Kim’s efforts to get herself off. He knew she figured that if she got some release, she’d regain some control and then try to do something to escape. But what she didn’t know is that he had blocked her orgasm—just like she’d done to Stephanie.
“Figure it out yet, Kimmy?”
“Fuck! God fucking damn you! I... I... I can’t cum, you f-fucker!” Kim shouted. Then, she flipped over to her stomach, raised her ass, and began fingering both her pussy and her ass, answering the need Michael had just increased in those areas. “Stop fucking with m-me!”
“I will soon enough. And you’re wrong. You can cum. You can do it. All you got to do... is fuck me. You’re the prettiest dyke I’ve seen in a long time, and as you can see, I’m a little horny.” He got on the bed behind her, and on his knees, he slowly came up to her. He stopped just before his cock made contact with her womanhood.
“D-don’t... fucking... t-t-touch... m-me....” she whimpered, still trying to get off.
“You’re going to have to beg me to fuck you, bitch. I can have any woman I want, and while you are hot, I can get—and have had—better. Beg, and I’ll fuck you. And start soon, ‘cause you’re only going to get off when I cum in your mouth.” He knew she found that act particularly disgusting... almost as disgusting as he found teaching a ten-year-old girl a phrase like “eating at the Y.”
He rubbed his dick up and down her wet slit after mentally nudging her to move her fingers out of the way. He felt her need to cum start to crumble her resolve, and he listened to her thoughts as she fought with herself on whether or not to beg for a good fucking just to get off. But, to his astonishment, some part of her will was too strong to break.
“Go ahead and... and f-f-fuck me, asssssshole... do what ever the f-fuck you want, we know you w-will anyway....”
Michael was impressed with the woman’s bravery. Yes, I could do it anyway, and every mind controller knows that whether or not you make the victim enjoy being fucked, you almost always give them an orgasm when you’re done, he thought. But I already told her she’d have to... hey, wait a second... yeah, I can’t believe I’ve never tried this before!
“Kim, don’t you even want to know my name? It’s Hunt. Mike Hunt.”
“Fuck you, M-Mike H-Hunt.”
“Whatever. And what do you have to do to cum?”
“I have... have to f-fuck you! God damn it, just g-get it the f-fuck over w-with....” Her fingers’ motions on her clit and asshole were almost frantic, but she kept her doggie-style position, her hips wiggling slightly.
“Who do you have to fuck?”
“I have to—”
“You have to what?!”
“Fuck Mike Hunt!”
“AGAIN!” he shouted, too horny to laugh.
“Fuck Mike Hunt!”
“That sounds like begging to me! Your wish is my command,” he said as he thrust deep into her. She was so wet that he glided right in, but her pussy was extremely tight. He started moving in and out of her slowly, sending jolts of pleasure into her with each thrust. He stopped his mental stimulation of her nipples and ass, but increased the feeling in her clit. As he sped up his motions, she began grunting with each thrust.
He especially liked how she never took her finger out of her ass. I’ll have to remember how much she likes anal on the way back to headquarters, he thought. Then, he began fucking her in earnest, slamming into her from behind as hard as he could and slapping her ass hard whenever the mood struck. Reaching into her mind, he saw that she was so close to cumming that, despite her earlier resistance, she had no idea what would happen if he pulled out and put his cock in her mouth. That question was the only thing she could think of on top of the sexual sensation overload he was forcing her to feel.
She couldn’t even work to an answer... she was literally going to sit back and hope that he made her do it so she could cum, because she wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t do it if he didn’t make her. Michael, though, was not going to force her to do anything. He’d played this game before, and while she was a stronger opponent than he’d faced in quite some time, he knew that the story always ended one way.
His cock started to throb, and he felt the pressure deep in his balls that meant he was past the point of no return. Quickly he pulled out, and waited to see what Kim would do. He was going to cum in a few seconds, but as high as he was flying, he was still curious to see if she’d get her mouth on his member so he—and she—could cum. For about two seconds, she stayed where she was, fingers flying over her private parts.
Then, she screamed, “Fuuuuuuck!” and spun around faster than Michael thought possible. She grabbed his cock and pulled him to her, catching the first spurts of semen in her mouth as they shot out of his manhood. She took as much of his meat into her mouth as she could and wrapped her arms around his midsection, forcing him to stay in her mouth as her orgasm finally broke. She screamed in ecstasy with a mouthful of cock, cum dribbling down her face, until she came down a few moments later.
Michael had ejaculated into her mouth, and he even shuddered at the amazing sensation—it was easily one of the better climaxes he’d had for a long time. He enjoyed the feeling of her mouth as she milked the last bit of cum from his cock with her mouth, and suddenly he felt like he was about ready to cum again... but then he got dizzy. Really dizzy. He looked down, and even though everything was spinning, he could see the intense look of concentration on Kim’s face. He could definitely feel another climax approaching, and even though he wasn’t sure why she was attacking his equilibrium, he knew that whatever she was planning wasn’t going to be good.
The little bitch used... my own orgasm... oh fuck... feels so goooood..., Michael thought as another orgasm hit him. A tiny bit of man sauce came out of his throbbing dick, and he thought, This is going to start hurting soon... damn, that’s the oldest trick in the book....
Quickly, before she distracted him with another climax, he shielded himself. Her attacks on his mind, and her efforts to pleasure his rod, were relentless. He began to wonder if she really was only half as powerful as him—forcing out the thought probes she had been sending into his head was kind of like trying to stop on cockroaches as they scattered when the light is turned on. But, after a brief but intense mental fight, he was finally ready to use her own trick against her.
A powerful orgasm shot through her, but there were no screams this time. She did make a low, growling/moaning noise, but that was it. And while she was riding out what he figured was the best climax of her life, he completely kicked her out of his mind and started working on hers as fast as he could. Almost immediately, his dizziness subsided.
Once the room stopped spinning, he looked down. For some reason, probably because she thought it helped her attack, she’d never taken her mouth off of him. Patting her on the head, he pulled out, and she swallowed any cum that had not leaked from her mouth. He never told her that he made her do that—he just let her think about who made that decision while he carefully disabled her telepathic powers. As a back-up, he made it so that she would not use her powers on anybody even if she did somehow work around his psionic block.
Kim lowered her head and started fondling his softening member. “You... bastard... fucking bastard, you made me... you made me love your cock, didn’t you?”
“No,” he said, removing her hand and moving away from her. At least, I don’t think I did, he thought as he began to gather his clothes. Once he started getting dressed, he said, “but I take it that I’m the best you’ve ever had, man or woman. Don’t worry. We have plenty of time together before I take you in. I’m sure by then you and my cock will be on wonderful terms in no time.”
“Why... why did you do this? Why do you care? I’m just having... fun with some girls who didn’t know how good... how wonderful it is to be with a woman....”
“Kim, I don’t care. These folks are insured, and this is my job. You, dear, are just a fringe benefit. Get cleaned up and dressed, but stay up here; I have some work to do.”
Michael went downstairs, where the three he’d met when he arrived were snoozing and the two women were watching TV in their bathrobes. The three who were sleeping woke up, and then all five of their faces went blank for several minutes while Michael went to work. He removed the forced lesbian tendencies Michelle had been given, but left the curiosity Stephanie already had before meeting Kim on the beach a couple of weeks before. He also removed Michelle’s and Stephanie’s compulsion to have sex with each other when Kim wasn’t around, something he hadn’t counted on finding but something that wasn’t altogether surprising, either.
Carefully, he went through the family’s last two weeks of memories and removed anything that wouldn’t have been there had Kim not shown up on the scene. He had Steve pick up all the sex toys in the living room and put them in a garbage bag, but decided that any left in Stephanie’s room (or the master bedroom, if there were any) would be left there for them to enjoy. He made them think that they’d purchased them so they wouldn’t be shocked when they found them.
Finally, when his work was done, he mentally summoned Kim. She came downstairs right away, her hair towel-dried and looking oddly sexy. Michael then pulled his phone out and called Central Dispatch, announcing a job completed but asking for approval on a hotel room and a better rental car. Amazingly (to him), he was approved without having to go into much more detail besides “the car doesn’t run anymore” and “I want to make sure I adjust the MCer properly.” He waited while they called Rocinante Rent-A-Car, who offered a pick-up service, and he and Kim sat down and relaxed. The family was still zoned out, and would remain so until Michael left.
About half an hour later, two cars pulled up. Michael and Kim met the drivers outside, Michael showed his false ID that he used for travel, and the rental agents left in the second car after giving Michael the key to the first car. He slipped the key into the Mercury, an action that was easier than forcing the key into the Ford that had already been towed away. And when he started his new rental, the AC was already blasting cold air.
Slipping a thought into Kim’s head, he patiently waited until she’d freed his dick and was stroking it slowly before pulling into the street and driving to a hotel. There were no restrictions on hotels, which was odd because they could be a lot more expensive than rental cars.
“Well, that’s insurance for ya,” he said as he started to drive. Kim was about to ask what he was talking about, but her mouth was on his cock before she could get a single word out. And thanks to Michael, after they’d gone a few blocks, she couldn’t believe she’d ever hated cock. It was all she could think about by the time they got to the hotel.
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