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Subject: {ASSM} "Knowing Their Fantasies" - COMPLETE -mf, mind control, NC - Beautiful woman knows what men want to do to her
Date: Sat,  2 Feb 2002 16:10:04 -0500
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            Knowing Their Fantasies
                 By Storysman
                 (Complete)


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The office was still fairly empty as Brooke entered the kitchen to get her
morning glass of water.  She generally beat most of her employees to work,
as her schedule was dictated by the bus departure times.  She didn't mind
riding the bus, but she wouldn't mind an extra hour of sleep, either.

Ellen, one of her better friends at the company, was at the coffee pot
waiting nervously for the brew to be complete.  Ellen was useless without
coffee, but Brooke, sleepy as she may be, refused to become a slave to the
caffeinated drink.  Instead, she went with water and a slice of lemon.

"Morning, Ellen."  She said quietly to her friend.

"Morning."  Her reply was automatic.  She was still focused on the coffee
pot.  Brooke went to the water cooler and filled a cup.  By the time she
had added her lemon, Ellen was cheerfully next her, fresh cup of coffee in
hand.

"Is that the dress Scott bought you?" she asked.

Brooke smiled and briefly modeled her fianc es gift.

"It's gorgeous."

Brooke smiled again.  "He does have good taste."

"Well, on you, anything looks good."

Brooke blushed at the compliment, yet it wasn't the first time she had
heard it.

Their conversation was interrupted by Tony.  "Good morning."  He said to
Ellen.  "Good morning, Brooke."

Brooke smiled lightly and returned the greeting.  Tony went to the coffee
machine.  Brooke and Ellen headed out of the kitchen.  Brooke felt Tony's
eyes watching her as she walked by.They were down the hall a few feet when
Ellen proclaimed, "He has it bad for you, sweetie."

Brooke played dumb, but she knew Ellen was right.  More than Ellen realized
herself.

Tony was obsessed with Brooke, to the point of being unhealthy.  Ellen
didn't know just how serious his crush was - nobody knew but Brooke.

The thing was, Brooke had a 'gift.'  She wasn't psychic, per se, but she
had an unusual ability to detect men's sexual desires for her.  She rarely
spoke of the talent, as the few friends she had told laughed at her and
said anyone could detect a man's sexual desire with the body Brooke
possessed and the stunningly beautiful face to go with it.  But it wasn't
just an obvious attraction Brooke detected in men, it was the desires
themselves.  Right down to the image of her they had in their minds, right
down to the ways they wished to make love to her.  Bill in accounting
pictured her in red panties with no bra, because she resembled a girl in
Playboy in that outfit.  Harry, the CEO, fantasized about a rewards-for
sexual favors relationship.  He pictured her on his desk constantly, legs
open, waiting to either be eaten out or fucked.  In return, he would
promote her.  Harry never acted on his fantasy in reality, however.  He was
always a pure professional.

And Tony.

Tony wanted to rape her.

That was why she rarely stayed near him too long, why she never accepted a
ride home from him, never told him any shopping plans.  She never gave him
any information where he could be alone with her.  Like Harry, he never
outwardly showed any indication of his deeply buried desires, but Brooke
knew what he wanted to do to her.  And it was violent.  He didn't want to
seduce her, he wanted ravage her.  In some fantasies, he imagined raping in
her in front of a tied-and-bound Scott.  In others, the ones Brooke truly
feared, Tony would beat her, fuck her, and upon completion of his orgasm,
pull out a long silver knife and plunge it into her heart in one last
thrust inside.

They passed by Mark, one of their attorneys.  Brooke immediately felt his
eyes scanning her in her new, tight, black dress.  Almost immediately she
got an image in her mind of her on a bed, the tight black dress flipped up
over her ass, Mark naked and pounded into her doggy-style.  His hands
slipped inside the dress.

As they passed, so did the image.


Brooke knew the images were real, that they were the real fantasies of the
men she encountered anyway.  She had proof.  She had some of those
fantasies become real.

As a teenager blossoming into a beautiful woman, the 'gift' was difficult.
She found herself put off by men as she picked up on the fantasies of her
classmates, her male teachers, and even her father.  At first, she tried to
convince herself it was her own wild imagination.  But when one teacher
held her for detention, a fantasy she had detected in him, she knew her
visions were more than her own concoctions.

He was the science teacher.  His fantasy basically consisted of Brooke
being held after class.  His fantasy was clear down to the point of her
dress, as it always had her in her short leather min-skirt and low-cut
black top.  After detaining her, he would use some chemical mixture that
would make her fall asleep.  He would carry her into the lab room, which
had no windows, and stretch her out on a table.  In his fantasy, he would
then slip his hands under her skirt and begin fingering her pussy.  She
never wore panties in the fantasy, evidently an incredible turn-on for the
teacher, and he would penetrate her until her sleeping body lubricated,
then mount her.

In his fantasy, he imagined Brooke waking up because the size of his cock
was so big, it jolted her awake.  It would feel so good that she would
embrace him, and thrust her hips upwards to meet his and they shared a
mutual orgasm.  That was the one thing that differed from the reality.

Though she was nervous about attending the actual detention she received,
she just couldn't accept that a teacher was going to molest and rape her.
She had made a pint never to wear the black mini-skirt and black top again,
but she had perhaps dressed too close to the image with a black cloth skirt
and red blouse.  Red panties underneath foiled his fantasy, but not that he
could no that.  She had been in detention about an hour before the teacher
left the room.  By that time, the school was empty of everyone expect a few
staff members.  No one close by, at any rate.  Brooke wasn't sure of the
exact events of what happened after he left the room, because she fell
asleep.  And though she didn't wake up with the teacher inside her, she did
eventually wake up back in her chair.  Her pussy was throbbing, she felt
moisture on her inner thighs.  But the main reason she knew he enacted his
pleasure.

Her red panties were gone.


After that, she had a hard time being with men.  It wasn't that she didn't
want to be - -she felt attraction for men just as other straight, healthy
females did.  But she couldn't trust men.  When she knew what someone
wanted to do to her, really wanted to do to her, it caused the fear that
they might try to do it when she wasn't willing or ready.  Unfortunately
her ability didn't reveal romantic or noble intent.  She hoped, she
believed, that some men could actually cherish her, treasure her, and love
her for her complete self and not just the lustful fantasies she inspired.

So she sought out those men, avoiding sex with each and every one.  Until
Scott.  It wasn't that Scott didn't have fantasies about her, he did.  But
they were different.  He often imagined her simply in her bra and panties,
moving about the house, or going horse-back riding and sneaking feels on
the trail.  He even fantasized about their wedding and having children.

So he was the man that took her true virginity.  The man she first gave
herself too.  And the man she was going to marry.  She loved fulfilling his
fantasies.  She could see them before he revealed them.  Another
interesting quirk about her ability was that seeing the fantasies of men
didn't arouse her.  She could see what they were doing, but not feel it.
But Scott's fantasies did arouse her.  She still couldn't feel his actions,
but knowing how happy the fulfillment of those fantasies would make him
always make her look forward to sex with him.



Brooke sat at her cubicle, alone from Ellen, alone for the gawking men.
She normally tried to dress conservatively, to try to prevent fueling the
raging desires of her coworkers, but she had to wear this dress for Scott.
It was his fantasy to have men leer at her, only for her to come back to
him.  Of course, he never talked about his arousal at having men lust for
his bride-to-be, but she knew.  She also knew that being with another man
would devastate him.  Not once did she ever detect a fantasy where he
pictured her with another man.

As the day passed, all of Brooke's friends complimented the dress.  The men
did, too, but not verbally.  She could see their compliments in the images
of her legs below the short hemline, the tight shaping of the fabric to her
breasts, and the constant behind-view of her ass walking down a corridor.
She knew this was simply the sexiest thing she had ever worn to the office.
And that she had to be careful.

Tony's fantasies were exceptionally strong.  He made numerous unnecessary
visits to her cube, just to glimpse down her neckline or at any extra
half-inch up her hemline that he could.  She didn't see him without a bulge
in his pants a single time.  He was running through every possible rape
scenario he could, from offering her a ride home to trapping her in the
supply basement.  Each fantasy ended with him driving a silver blade into
her breast, and then an image of Scott weeping at her funeral.  She
realized that the knife imagery only came about after she announced her
engagement.  Evidently Tony was mortally wounded that she chose Scott over
him.

His final fantasy was the one the scared her the most.  Tony knew she took
the bus.  And he knew which bus.  The fantasy he apparently settled on had
him getting on her bus and following her home.  Though he had know way of
knowing she lived alone (or so she thought) he as accurate in imagining her
being alone.  Scott always came by later, but Brooke knew that if Tony were
to enact his fantasy, that he would have ample time to do whatever he
wanted to her.  And what he wanted.

It was simple.  She wouldn't go home.




She kept a close eye on Tony as the end of the day approached.  She knew he
had checked the employee database for her address, she thought in his
fantasy.  He was going to get on the bus with her, hide himself in his
sunglasses and drape his jacket partly over his face.  What he didn't know
was that Brooke knew his every plan.  She waited for him to leave first, as
he was hoping to do so he could get on the bus and conceal himself before
she boarded.  She waited a few moments, then began gathering her things.
The phone rang.

"Hey, Brooke."  It was Harry, the CEO.  "Can I see you in my office a
moment?"

"Sure."  Brooke quickly grabbed her things, then proceeded down the hall.

She hadn't thought about the purpose of the visit until she reached the
doorway.  Harry's fantasy sprung to life in her mind.  He was going to ask
her to stay late.  For her cooperation, he would take her to the best
restaurant in town.  He would buy her all the drinks she wanted, then pull
off the road on the way back into a park and attempt to seduce her.  If she
wasn't interested in him directly, his offer of promotion would be made.
In his fantasy, she wanted him, but didn't want to hurt Scott.  The offer
of promotion swayed her into giving in.

Brooke knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She opened the door and walked in.

"Please, close the door behind you."

Brooke did as instructed.

"Brooke, I know this is last minute, but it turns out we have a report that
absolutely has to be done by tomorrow and I'm hoping you can stay an extra
couple of hours to get it done."

"Mr.  Steward, I would normally, but -"

"I know it's a lot to ask, and that's why if you accept, I will take you to
The Crest for dinner."  Sure enough, the revolving restaurant in the middle
of town.

"I would, Mr. Steward, but I'm afraid I have a doctors appointment I really
need to attend."

He didn't seem to buy it.

"Feminine problem."  She said.

Harry's fantasy image disappeared from her mind.

"I think Ellen might be able to help." he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Steward."  And with that, Brooke happily escaped.


She had already planned which bus to take.  Normally she took an express
route because it took half the time.  Today, she would take the normal
route.  She would call Scott from her cell and tell him to meet her at
home, just in case Tony decided to hang around when he saw she wasn't on
the bus.

She climbed onto her new ride, and found a seat a few rows in back of the
driver.  She pulled out her cell and dialed Scott's work number.  He didn't
answer but she got his voicemail.  She calmly asked him to come straight
over after work.  She didn't want to worry him, but she did want him there.


Feeling a little more at ease, Brooke laid her head against the window and
closed her eyes.  She opened them briefly as a woman took the seat next to
her, but then quickly returned to a near-dozing state.  The bus started
moving, and Brooke felt pretty much at ease.  She wasn't sure how Tony
would react to her tomorrow, but she knew she was going to dress down,
perhaps even feign illness if his fantasy got worked up again.  She truly
he hoped he wasn't capable of actually doing the things to her he pictured
in his mind.  She did believe that some people fantasized about things they
would never do or never want to happen.  But she had learned enough at this
point to not take any chances, especially with her life at stake.

As she relaxed more deeply, Brooke began to see herself sitting in the
chair, despite the fact that her eyes were closed.  The vantage point was
as if the was a camera directly in front of her, with no seats and no
people.  Yet the bus appeared normal behind her.  In the vision, she
started to notice the eyes around her growing brighter, standing out from
the shadowy darkness.  They were turning on her.  Her image appeared
nervous for a moment, and scratched her head out of curiosity.  Suddenly
the image shifted.  It was a different vantage point.  It was her getting
on the bus, and the narrow tunnel of vision moved from her face down to her
breasts.  The image switched again, off to the side, and centered on her
legs as she took her seat.  Another switch -- right between her legs at
ground level, looking all the way up her dress to the shininess of her
panties.

Brooke opened her eyes with a start.  She looked in front of her to see if
somehow a man had the view she just experienced.  No one did.  She closed
her eyes again, no the viewpoint was above her, as though the bus had no
ceiling, and slowly zoomed in on her chest, the angle allowing for a view
of her cleavage and a hint of her black satin bra.  Another switch.  The
seat next to her.  A view looking at her now-crossed legs and the extra
flesh exposed by the inevitable rising of the hemline.

I must be seeing all of their visions.  She thought.  Every man on the bus
who is thinking about me.

Yet, there were no fantasies.  None of the men were making love to her in
the visions.  In addition, some of the angles were impossible for someone
to actually be witnessing.

Her image changed again, now as they there was a seat to her left.  The
image was focused on her lap, slowly moving inward.  Her dress faded away,
and she could clearly see her legs and panties.  The image floated down,
underneath the crossed leg, and settled on the tiny, firm stretch of white
panty fabric between her legs.  My panties are black she reminded herself.
This is just your imagination.  But the image didn't falter.  In fact, it
slowly pulled back, and Brooke saw herself sitting in the white panties,
and a silk, satin bra, and nothing else.  The image pulled back even more,
and Brooke could see the shadowy outlines of men gathered around her seat,
staring at her.  She began to feel incredibly uneasy.

She watched the vision unfold further.  Her right bra strap fell off her
shoulder and looked as if it was being pulled by an invisible hand.  Her
image clutched at her chest, trying to keep the bra on her body.  The right
strap came down as well, and she knew the clasp in back had been released.
She watched herself struggle with all her strength to keep the bra from
flying off her body.  She succeeded, but the devoted attention allowed her
legs to fling open.  Her panties were starting to twitch.  Both hands moved
between her legs out of instinct.  Her bra flew off into the shadowy men,
and her breasts bounced into the open.  They seemed extra-large, probably
twice their normal size.

She felt a cold hand close around her right breast.

Brooke opened her eyes with a start.  No one was near her except the woman
in the seat beside hers.  No one had touched her.

But I don't feel anything in my visions!  She thought.  She head had
clearly felt a hand on her breast. she could still feel the remnants of
touch in her nipple.

Without closing her eyes, the vision returned as though it was forcing
itself on her.  She was leaning forward in her seat, nude breasts dangling,
her hands wedged tightly between her legs attempting to keep her panties
from the fate of her bra.  She could see out of the eyes of her image,
right past her breasts and to her hands.  She could feel the satin in her
clutch.  But it was shrinking.  The straps holding the panties around her
waist were shriveling, they no longer connected.  Her panties were no more
than a piece of cloth laying over her pussy.  But even that was shrinking.

Brooke could feel the satin in her hands fading.  She could see the public
hairs around her vagina come into view.  She wedged her hands deeply
between her legs, but felt a powerful force pulling at them, Within moments
her hands were flung back, her whole body tilted backwards as her
perspective realized she was on the vision's bus floor.  She was completely
exposed.

She could see a line of shadowy men stretching for what appeared to be
infinity in front of her.  In each one she could sense a building lust and
determined desire.  Her hands and legs were bound by an invisible force.
Her breasts and pussy were open for the taking.


Suddenly the scene shifted back to reality.  The bus had come to a stop.  A
number of people were getting off.  Brooke looked over her shoulder
nervously and patted her sides.  Still in the black dress.  Still in her
bra, and still in her panties.  A number of men looked at her as they
walked by, some even taking a second look as the headed down the steps.
But nothing seemed unusual about any of them.  Brooke hoped that whichever
man was creating the fantasy image in her mind had exited the bus.  In
light of her current situation, didn't need anymore ominous imagery.

The bus doors shut and at the same instant Brooke felt her head go light
and her vision go black.  She felt herself shaking her head and blinking
her eyes, but when vision reappeared, she still could not see the bus.

Instead she saw a bright blue sky.  Her eyes trailed down and she noticed
the sun setting behind a cliff.  A waterfall sprung from the cliff and fell
into a pool of crystal blue water.  She realized in the vision that was
sitting in a lounge chair in a setting that could best be described as
paradise.  She looked down at herself, again in the black dress.  She felt
a spray of water from the waterfall.  Again sensation. something was very
different about these visions.  Something powerful.  Something scary.

Brooke became aware of someone next to her in the vision.  Her perspective
didn't change, but she could sense him.  It was definitely a man, and he
was looking at her.  But it wasn't like the fear she had in the bus vision.
this man seemed protective.  She didn't know why she thought that way, she
just felt it.  The comfort he was providing started to ease some of the
fears of the vision.

Brooke began to feel hot.  The sun was pounding down on her black dress,
heating her body with each passing moment.  She could feel sweat on her
face, on her chest, and on her legs.  The occasional spray of the waterfall
sent fleeting moments of refreshment through her.  But her body wasn't
moving.  The vision seemed to be paused, and she wondered can I do
something?  Brooke had never been able to control the visions, they always
went in the direction of the man she was sensing.  She could usually break
an image, and focus back on reality, but not actually control the vision.
Maybe she could now.  But she worried, any action she might be doing in
these thoughts she might mimic in reality.  She was sure to get some
unusual stares if that happened.  Still, the heat was becoming unbearable.
She decided to start simple.  Look to the left.  Her head turned in the
vision, and she looked down a long, sandy beach.  She could make out people
some distance away.  Look to the right, she thought, hoping to catch a
glimpse of the protective man besides her.  But her head stopped turning at
the waterfall.  Something, or someone was blocking her from seeing him.

The heat on her body began to burn, and Brooke rose to her feet.  It didn't
matter if she was now standing in the bus, she needed to get her dress off.
She felt a hand on her back, and assumed it was the protective man.  She
felt the dress unzip.  As it began to fall off of her, Brooke noticed she
was wearing a silvery blue bikini underneath.  She studied it as the man
freed the dress from her.  The top was barely enough to conceal her
nipples.  The tiniest strand connected the cups, and she was sure excess
activity would induce her breasts to break free.  The bottom was just as
skimpy.  A small v-shaped patch of silvery- blue covered her ass and pussy.
Thin straps rose from the 'v' and tied around her hips.  Brooke never wore
anything this sexy when swimming, in fact, she only owned one- piece
bathing suits.  Those were enough to fuel the fantasies of the men and boys
on the beach, wearing a two-piece would exhaust her mind with their lustful
thoughts.

Brooke looked up from her own body and slightly gasped.  The people she had
seen were in front of her, and they were nude.  The group consisted of men
and women, some young and some older.  Every pair of eyes was tans-fixed on
her.

The removal of the dress had returned coolness to her body, but the looks
of the strangers had caused the heat to return.  She felt it in her
nipples, and between her legs.  No. she thought.  I'm not taking off my
bikini, no matter how hot it gets.  But she began to feel awkward.
Everyone around here was nude.  She seemed to be able to hear them, urging
her to undress.  They didn't speak, but she knew what they wanted.  She
felt the hands of the protective man come onto her hips.  His fingers went
to the knotted straps.  Brooke placed her hand on his to stop him.  She
could feel the hand so clearly.  It was warm and smooth.  It didn't pull
away when she touched it, but it didn't proceed, either.  Yet there was a
comfort in the touch - a reassurance.  Brooke knew someone was telling her
that it was ok, it was perfectly ok.  She heard no words, but the sentiment
was clear.  The hands on her hips began to move, caressing up and down and
a sweet, gentle motion.  They're all nude.  And it's just a vision.

The protective man's hands slid over her stomach, and up her chest.  The
touch felt so comforting that Brooke didn't flinch.  A finger went under
the slim strap of her top, and easily snapped it.  Brooke's top fell open,
and the gathered crows stared at her breasts.  The man's hands returned to
her hips, again to the knot.  Brooke moved her hand to stop him again, but
this time continued the task herself.  The knot seemed to magically untie
in her hands.  Brooke held the front loose strap aloft, knowing that
letting it go would reveal herself.  Your pussy, show us your pussy.
Brooke dropped the strap.

Some of the men dropped to their knees.  Their cocks became instantly
erect.  The women stared with jealous appreciation.  They're worshipping
me, Brooke thought.  They're worshipping my body.  More people came walking
by, and stopped at the sight of her.  She began to smile, and she began to
feel a tingling between her legs.  She was becoming aroused.  She felt her
nipples starting to harden, and covered them with her palms as she once
again felt embarrassment.  But the touch only intensified her growing
arousal.  The protective man brought his hands to hers, and pulled them
away.  Brooke's fully engorged nipples again came into view, and she felt
herself being drawn back.

The man was guiding her back into her lounge chair.  Brooke laid back, and
noticed the crowd gather around the chair.  She had to move her left hand
to her breast as it ached with burning.  The heat began to sweep her body,
and her right hand moved over her hip.  She could sense her man behind her,
though she could still not see him.  It's ok, she sensed in him.

Brooke slipped a finger inside her pussy.

She cried out, and pinched her nipple hard.

In a flash, she could see the seats in front of her.  She was back in
reality.  Back to normal - except.  Brooke's nipples were searing with
burning, and between her legs her pussy throbbed with arousal.  She was
breathing heavy, and felt a few beads of sweat on her forehead.

The bus had stopped again, and the number of passengers filed out.  She
looked away, trying to regain her breath and her bearings.  The woman
sitting next to her was one of those to leave, and Brooke wondered if it
was really her stop, or if she had done anything to drive her away.
Particularly, Brooke feared she had masturbated.

But, no one else seemed to give her a look like she was some kind of
lunatic.  She was glad to see that the seats across from her were empty, as
were those behind.  She slipped her left hand under her dress, and her
right inside her bra.  No detected fantasy had ever done this to her.  She
never became aroused!  But here she was, gently massaging her tit and
lightly stroking her cunt on a public bus.  Get a grip, she thought to
herself, and began slowing the motions of her hands.  She wanted so
desperately to go insider herself, to slip a finger into her vagina and
relieve her need.  But, her satin black panties and her refusal to give in
forced her to pull her hand away.  She leaned forward and rested her head
on the seat in front of her.  The she closed her eyes.

She knew her eyes were closed, but she could quite clearly see her lap and
the floor beneath.  Was it another vision?  She looked up and around.  The
bus seemed perfectly normal.  But my eyes are closed!  What am I seeing??
She tried to remember her past visions, somethingthat if she saw it now
would convince her she was back in a vision.

She had it.

Brooke moved her hands to the hem of her dress, and began peeling it back.
There, soft and soaking, were her panties.  They were virtually glued to
her cunt, and she could see her perfectly formed lips through the sheer
white fabric.  What fabric, white panties.  Her early vision showed her in
white panties, yet she knew she was wearing black.  She was in a vision.

Brooke lifted herself out of her seat and hooked her fingers into the
panties.  If it wasn't real, then there was no reason she couldn't do what
she wanted.  She got the panties to her knees, then fell back in the seat
and plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt.

"Oh God." she moaned.  Her vision blurred.  She was looking up at the
ceiling.  It was reflecting her image, and she could see her fingers going
rapidly in and out of her cunt.  "Uhh!" she screamed and her hips lifted
into the air.  She began to fondle her left breast, and wanted to get at
her nipple.  She watched as the white lace bra evaporated from her skin.
Her fingers squeezed the exposed pink nub.

She began to hear cried of "Oh my God, what is she doing?" and "Holy shit!"
Everyone on the bus knew she was masturbating.  Everyone.  But she didn't
stop.  She drove deeper into herself.  After all, it was just a fantasy.

Her body slipped from the seat, and Brooke found herself on the floor.  She
turned, and saw the faces looking back at her.  They weren't shocked, they
weren't repulsed.  They were hungry.  Hungry for her.  She saw a shadowy
figure walk to her fro the back.  Brooke opened her legs, and motioned for
him to fuck.

He climbed atop her.  She knew it was the protective man.  He had driven
away the other shadows, and his comfort spread over her as he stroked her
hair.  But he didn't enter her.  Brooke wanted him to desperately.  She
wanted to finish this fantasy orgasm so should could just get back home.
But he pointed.  Brooke looked in the direction of his finger, out the bus
door and at the house that was visible through it.  The bus had stopped,
and the shadowy figure got up, and headed out the open door.  Brooke
watched him go into the house, her pussy still aching.  She moved her
fingers back between her legs, and penetrated herself once again.  She
moved her hand wildly, desperately trying to gain release.  Her fingers
moved in and out in her slick wetness, probing more and more deeply inside
her.  Yet, no orgasm came.  Her pussy felt like it was going to burst.
Sensation filled every nerve to a level she had never before experienced.
Why couldn't she cum?

The answer became known.  Just as the silent voices on the beach had
instructed her to take off her clothes, a voice was telling her that she
needed to go into that house.  She had to go in there, and he would fuck
her.  He would satisfy her.  Brooke continued to plunge into herself as the
knowledge came.

Brooke was suddenly back in her seat.  She was looking down.  Her dress was
pulled up around her waist, her fingers were rapidly moving in and out of
her cunt, and pushed off to the side - just enough off to the side - were
black satin panties.

Reality set in.  Brooke was on the real bus in the real word.  And she was
masturbating.  She quickly stopped and looked around.  Evidently know one
had seen her.  She wanted to pull her dress back down, and she wanted to
straighten the neckline that was now revealing a portion of her bra, but
Brooke couldn't stop.  Coming back to reality had intensified her arousal
to a point she didn't think possible.  She was losing feeling everywhere -
everywhere except her pussy, breasts, and nipples.  She rocked her body
lightly to drive her fingers inside her.  She just needed to cum. she
looked ahead, pleading for her body to stop.

And she saw it.

A short distance away, she saw it.  The house.  The exact same house as in
her fantasy.  She pulled her fingers out of her vagina and reached for the
cord to stop the bus.  But before she yanked, the indicator came on.
Someone else had indicated they wish to stop.

Don't look behind you.  She heard in her mind.  Just go inside.

Brooke flew off of the bus.  Her cunt was in control.  She could sense him
behind her, walking slowly.  She walked up to the door and reached for the
knob.  She was going to cum, she was going to have release. she just needed
to go inside and.

Fuck.

She just had to go inside and fuck the man behind her.  A man she had never
seen.  A man who's fantasies she had detected.  An countless number of men
had fantasized about her before, and she never went to bed with any of
them.  Somehow, this man had seduced her.  He had steered hr to this
moment, this house.  His lust for her and brought here for one thing for
her to do.  To fuck.

Brooke opened the door.

She stepped into a dark room.  She heard him enter behind her.  She didn't
turn around, she knew it would be too dark to see him anyway.

"You. you did this to me?"  Brooke breathed.

"Yes."  He said as his hands moved up her legs.  Her curled his fingers
around the fronts of her thighs, then turned his palms upwards and slid
them over her ass. over her panties.

"I'm engaged to be married."  She said, somehow hoping that would make him
stop.  Somehow hoping it would make her stop.  But she knew she wouldn't be
able to.

"Be with me."  He said.  "I want you to be with me."  His hands slid
between her legs.  Her hands moved to stop them, but instead rested weakly
on his.  She was weakening.  "So couldn't fight him, she could simply utter
a barely audible word.  No.

The man removed his hands.

Brooke's cunt was immediately moaning for attention.  A finger, a cock.
anything.  Her hips began to instinctively hump.  But he had stopped.

"We belong together."  He said.

"How did you do this to me?"

"With your mind.  Your special mind.  I learned of your talent, and how to
influence it with mine."

"You know I can see the fantasies men have of me?"

"Yes."

"But, how.. uhhh." his hands returned, moving up to her breasts.  She
didn't attempt to remove them.  His body was pressed firmly against her
back.  She could feel his erection.  "How did you, I mean, men's fantasies
of me have never, have never."

"Aroused you so much?"

"Yes." his hand slipped inside the dress, his fingers pinched her nipple.
"Oh, god, yes. why do your fantasies do this to me?"

"Who said they were my fantasies?"

Brooke moaned a tone of pleasure mixed with surprise.

He moved his right hand down her side, again slipping it under her dress.
She felt his fingers come against her panties.

"They're you're fantasies."  He breathed softly into her ear.  His finger
slipped inside her panties, then deep inside her heavily-moistened cunt.

"Uhhh!  Uhhh!  Oh God!"  Brooke wailed at his touch.  In a flood of
pleasure, she started to understand.  She had the power to see men's
fantasy visions of her.  He had the power to make her see the fantasy
visions of herself.

"You know my desires."  She breathed.

"Yes, yes I do.  And I know what your afraid of.  The shadowy men.  The
danger they pose to you.  The unspoken thoughts that are known to you,
never knowing which could become real and which are indulgent fantasy."

"Yes."  She said softly.  She felt her breath catching in her chest as wave
after wave of pleasure swept through her body.  "The rest. uhhh. the rest
of the images."

"They were yours.  Some of your true fantasies, buried so long.  A nudist
beach, being the most beautiful women there.  And, a secretly masturbating
on the bus ride home.  But, those aren't all.  You have an unbelievably
erotic mind that has been locked away.  Living two of those fantasies
tapped into the power of your sexuality."

Yes, she thought.  She had become so consumed with the fantasies men had of
her as she encountered them constantly, that she had lost her own lust, her
own desires.

But your body remembers, she realized.  Your body is remembering them all,
even while your mind is not.  He has opened the floodgates.

"Make love to me."  He said softly.

"Oh, no." she said, realizing her strength to refuse was almost gone.  What
he had done, what he could do.  "Scott.  Scott." as much as she wanted this
man, she knew the consequences of what she was about to do.

"We can read each other."  He pulled the dress from her shoulders.  "we can
read each other's deepest fantasies."  She felt two fingers pinch her cunt,
and her panties being pulled taut..  "You have this with no one else, you
can never have it with anyone else.

He was right.  Scott didn't know what she wanted, what deep down her body
and mind truly wanted.  He pulled at her panties, and she knew to follow.
He guided her to an equally dark room, and she felt a bed against her leg.
He guided her onto it.  Brooke felt around the bed a she heard the man
undressing.  The sheets were silken.  She felt a headboard rising from the
pillows with wooden spokes.  She sat on her knees, feeling the shafts.

The man joined her on the bed and began kissing the back of her neck.  His
hands went to her back and unzipped the dress, then to her shoulders, where
he starting inching it down.  She let the dress slip from her body, down to
her waist.  She grabbed onto the shafts in the headboard, and lifted her
ass into the air.  Her dress slipped completely off her body.  She felt his
hands once again grope her breasts, and his naked body come against her.
She was moaning even before his penis entered.

Their bodies started slowly.  The rose up from the bed in unison, the cock
inside her penetrating deeper as they rose She felt him kissing her neck,
and her nipples felt like burning pinpoints.  He immediately responded,
squeezing them lightly and sometimes forcefully as he continued to thrust
inside her.

Brooke's hand splayed for the best spot on the headboard.  The man slid his
hands down to her waist, focusing more power behind this thrusts.  He
quickened the speed.  Brooke's body had never felt so aroused.  Her head
tilted back next to his, her mouth was agape with moans.  She moved her own
fingers to her now-neglected nipples.  She felt her pussy quiver, and an
orgasm exploded inside her.

Her body thrust onto the mans cock harder as she let out a long, low groan.
His body was still perfectly cupped to hers, and continued to hump as the
ebbs of her first orgasm faded away.  She definitely wanted more.  She felt
her body being pulled back, and the man shift underneath her.  She fell
onto him, her back on his chest, his cock still inside her.  Her body
adjusted for the loss of range of his thrusts.  She lifted and felled her
hips in perfect rhythm She felt her dress wedged between her legs - there
was just enough room for his cock to slide past it and into her cunt.  She
knew was cumming on the fabric.  The man's hands squeezed her breasts as
she writhed atop him.  Another orgasm swept over her.  Her pussy tightened
on his cock and their bodies were locked for a few exquisite moments as her
body released.

She felt the man pull out of her, and slide her to his side.  In the
darkness, she still couldn't see his face, but she felt him climb atop her.

Seduced by a stranger.  She realized as he was about to again thrust inside
her what fantasy was being fulfilled.  She had wanted this long ago, when
still young and uncertain enough to wonder if she was pretty.  To have a
man captivate her, seduce her, and make love to her as a complete stranger
meant she was the object of great lust.  The fantasy had been long
forgotten, as her talent told her show was the object of great lust for
many men, some of whom had less than good intentions.

But her body remembered, and she open and lifted her legs to let him inside
her.

"Ohhhh!" she cried as the few moments without him inside her had increased
her sensitivity.  She heard the sounds of her wetness has his cock filled
her once more.  She was soaking the bed, and her dress.  The man began
humping at an almost unbelievable rate.  His was possessed and demonized as
his body became consumed with lust for her.  His cock penetrated so deeply,
so perfectly.  Her breasts jiggled up and down as she took him in thrust
after thrust.  Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper inside
her.  They moaned in unison.  There perfectly synchronized bodies fucking
at the maximum of desire.  A third orgasm began to quake between her legs.
A third, more massive orgasm.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as it pulsed through her cunt, thighs,
and up her spine.  The sound of her ecstasy caused the man to begin
spurting a heavy stream of sperm inside her.  She wanted it, she wanted it
in her pussy.




It was a much later bus that finally carried Brooke home.  As she left her
lover, her mind began filling with the remembered desires that had long
been dormant inside her.  She knew it was only the beginning.  She had some
very deep, very hidden fantasies that she had never realized, even as a
girl.  But with her new lover, she would experience them all.

She had left the house in daze.  She didn't remember getting re-dressed, or
even exchanging phone numbers.  All she could remember was the darkness,
and his touch.  She felt a long, lingering kiss, and his hand reach inside
her dress.  At that moment she had remembered another fantasy -- having a
man take her panties, and being forced to go out in public without them.

She whimpered as he slid them off.

The entire ride home, she felt as if she were dreaming.  Thinking only of
the stranger, the man who could read her thoughts, the man who could
satisfy her, caused her hike her dress up slightly and slip a finger inside
her vagina.  The lack of panties made it easy, and the empty bus kept her
in relative privacy.  She hadn't quite enjoyed this fantasy earlier, now
she completely reveled in the once secret desire.  She enjoyed yet another,
if somewhat more subdued orgasm.  When the bus came to a stop, she slipped
down her dress, stood up, and waited for the doors to open.  From behind
her she sensed the driver thoughts, his fantasy.  It was of her in the very
same black dress masturbating.  Brooke smiled as she stepped down and
headed for home.  If he only knew.

A sudden change came over her as her house came into view.

Scott.

Brooke walked in wanting to smile as she had been moments before, but found
herself unable to.  She had just had the most incredible sexual experience
of her life.  In fact, she felt sexually liberated.  Her entire outlook was
different.  But she had cheated on Scott.  She had made love to another
man.  And though she loved Scott, she knew she was going to cheat on him
again.  She began wondering if he would be able to fulfill her needs to the
level she just experienced.  She replayed the images of his fantasies of
her in her mind.  The wedding. the children.

The simplicity.

Still, she loved him.  Perhaps she could work with him.  She saw his images
of her in panties, in her underwear just moving about the house and smiled.
She saw herself asleep in bed through his eyes, and the image of lifting up
the sheets and staring at her breasts and pussy, covered by a light blue
see-through fabric.

She saw herself in her dress, hands gripping at the folds forming the
v-neck and tearing it open.  She saw a fist slam into her check.

Brooke opened her eyes just as she felt a push from behind.  She collapsed
onto the floor, and felt arms close around her and hands clamp on her
breasts.

It was Tony.

She had forgotten about him.  She had forgotten about his plans!

Tony spun her around, and ripped at her dress.  The fabric tore open
revealing her satin black bra.  She almost screamed Tony, what are you
doing?  But she knew what he was doing.  He was raping her.  Her ecstasy
had doomed her.

"No!  No!" she wailed, not to try to convince him to stop, but because she
had been so stupid to forget in the midst of her own lust.

Her cries spurred Tony on.  His mouth closed on her breast.  She tried to
wrestle him off, but he was too big. too powerful.  She felt his hardened
cock rubbing against her.  He had already removed his pants while waiting
for her to return.

"Stop moving, bitch!"  She felt his hand in her skirt, groping for her
cunt.  With no panties and her pussy still moist, his fingers went in
easily.

"No panties, I knew it!  You fucking tramp."  He slapped her heard across
the check.  Brooke began crying as she rubbed the side of her face.
Suddenly she felt a cold, sharp point under her left breast.  She looked
down, it was the silver knife.

"Do as I say and I won't hurt you."  Tony instructed.  He was lying, she
was sure of it.

The point gouged through her bra and was close to piercing her flesh.  She
was helpless.

"Tony, don't.  Don't kill me."  She pleaded.

Tony ignored her, and began cutting the dress with the knife.  He cut it
past her breasts, towards her stomach.  He wedged in between her legs, and
lifted the dress from the hemline.  I pointed the knife straight up, then
sliced from the last cut point to the bottom of the dress.  He leaned back
in, again positioning the knife just below her left breast, and moved the
dress to her sides with a wiping motion.  "Put me inside you."  He
demanded.

Brooke did as she was told.  Tony's fantasy was coming true.  He was raping
her.  He slipped the knife under the strap connecting the bra cups, and
sliced the fabric in two.  Her sides of her bra now joined her dress at her
sides.  Her body was completely nude and exposed.  Tony began thrusting
lightly, but holding onto the knife was making his motion awkward.  Brooke
knew he wanted to drop the knife so he could squeeze her breasts, but still
he kept it just under her left breast.  It occasionally poked the delicate
flesh.

"I wanted you."  He said.

"Tony."  Brooke said, tears streaming down her face.

"I loved you."

For all she knew, it could have been true.  She had never been able to
detect romantic intent.

"But you ignored me.  And you show up to work in these hot outfits.  You
drive men crazy!  You drove me crazy!!"

"Tony, I know, I'm sorry."

"Well now who's fucking you?  Who's got their dick in you?"  His thrusts
were becoming harder and deeper as he adjusted for his position.  "Who's
gonna cum in your pussy?  Who's squeezing your fucking tits?"  He was
rocking hard now.  The knife pushed into Brookes breast and she squealed in
pain.

"Tony!" she wailed.  She knew it had drawn blood.  He was about to cum, she
could feel it.  After that.

But Tony didn't get the chance.  Brooke felt the weight of his body
suddenly removed.

It was Scott.

He didn't say a word as he kicked the knife out of Tony's hands.  In a fury
of fists, Scott pounded on Tony until he crumpled, unconscious onto the
floor.  Brooke watched with horror at first, but then felt a surge of
energy sweep through.  An enormous sense of protection came over her as she
saw her fianc e prevent not only the completion of the rape, but the taking
of her life.

God, she loved him.  But when she looked down at her naked, ravaged body,
she felt a stinging thrust of guilt.  Scott had prevented a man from
fucking her, but she had already chosen to fuck someone else.  She still
had the stranger's sperm inside her, and her own fluid staining her dress.
She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.

"Are you ok?" her fianc e asked more calmly than she expected.

She nodded she was.  At least physically she was.

Scott knelt down and kissed her cheek.

"He was raping me."  Brooke said.

"I know."  Something about Scott didn't seem right.  He didn't seem
concerned.  He put his hand on her side, looked into her eyes, then slid
his hand between her legs.  Brooke gasped as his finger entered her pussy.

"How was it?" he asked.  "Seeing me save you from him?"

Brooke felt a tidal wave of pleasure sweep through her.  Her body lit up
with renewed sexual arousal.  But she was completely confused.

He leaned into her.  "We belong together."  He whispered in her.  "Only we
can know each other fantasies."  He pushed hard into her cunt.  Brooke
began to pass out from the orgasmic fury it induced.  She understood.  It
was Scott!  Scott was the shadowy man!  Scott was the protector at the
beach!  Scott was the man in the house!

"I knew you wanted this."  He said.  "Your deepest, darkest, most secret
fantasy."

Yes, yes.  Her mind was barely conscious, but the truth was shining clear.
She had wanted to be attacked, wanted to nearly be raped, only to have a
man save her.  A heroic, wonderful man he would pull off her attacker
before he could complete his intentions.  Her pussy was throbbing.

"Fuck me."  She whispered.

Scott mounted his wife-to-be, their minds intertwining as their bodies
joined.  She understood it all.  Scott knew all along, right from the
beginning.  He knew her desires, and he knew how to win her.  He presented
her with the fantasy visions she needed to feel safe with him.  And now,
finally, he brought her own fantasies out of her.  He learned of Tony threw
her own thoughts, her own hidden desire for him to actually have happen
what she feared most.  But Scott was there all along.  He planned the whole
thing.  Tony was going to jail.

They made love deeply as the attacker lay a few feet from them.  It was an
orgasm that dwarfed any one she had ever had.  And she knew there were more
to come.



-------------------------The End-------------------------------


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