I wondered if any neighbors had observed Judith as she waited on our front step, because she looked like a svelte and very leggy high-class whore, contracted to deliver a bottle of wine with her blowjob. “You’re late!” I hissed at her, keeping my voice just low enough that no one else would hear.

The harsh tone made her groan softly, her thighs pressing together. Her dress, midnight blue or black with a shimmering silver floral print, looked like it had been painted onto her body, its nearly crotch-level hem exposing the tops of her matching dark stockings. I breathed in and the scent of her pussy was so evident that her panties — if she even had any — must be soaked.

“I… I wasn’t late!” she protested. “I even…”

“You’re arguing with me?”

Her chin and gaze fell, wrists crossing at the pelvis like she was contrite and had to pee at the same time. She looked like a whipped dog, but this dog had great cleavage and long cheerleader legs, and you just knew she’d roll over and beg to be fucked with one word.

“Come inside and don’t make a sound,” I commanded. As she passed I took the bottle of wine from her right hand, slipping it out of the plastic bag to check its quality. She had chosen a 2001 Pinot Noir from France, one that I knew must have set her back at least forty-five dollars.

“Not bad,” I said. And in a lower tone, wary that Coral might be listening from above: “Perhaps good enough that I’ll allow you to suck my cock.”

She began to sink to her knees, eyes joyful, but stopped herself and looked up. I’d only said “perhaps”, and she’d suddenly realized it.

“Go straight up the stairs to my office, Judith. Sit on the couch and wait for me. Think of nothing but my cock spurting into your mouth while you wait.”

She removed her heels before moving to the staircase, diligent in fulfilling the command to make no sounds. I watched her rear wiggle as she climbed, and noted that she did have miniscule panties teasing her crack, her dark stockings replete with form-enhancing back-seams. Judith’s tiny and whorishly elegant outfit didn’t exactly match her sunny beach babe looks, giving the impression of a young woman who hadn’t come to know who she was yet, or how she wanted to present herself.

Clay. Pliable nubile wet female clay, just itching to be molded by my commands. My cock was so hard from the thought that it was awkward walking to the kitchen to open the bottle of wine.

“A present from Judith,” I said to Coral, handing her a glass at her studio door on the way up. “I think it’s a good sign, when the woman you’re intent on manipulating brings an offering.”

Coral had stripped down to her panties, still no top. She reached out to take the wine with her left hand, because she held something in her right. I glanced down, and saw a molded plastic dildo, a really big one, in her grasp. I’d never seen it before, and surmised that she must have bought it that morning, before she’d called.

It was flesh-colored, and at least two inches longer than me. “My competition?” I asked.

Her eyes smiled as she lifted it up in front of her face. “Everybody knows that practice makes perfect,” she whispered, opening her mouth and inserting the fake cock’s head inside, twisting her lips around it. She looked straight into my eyes, driving the message home.

“I love you, too,” I said, pulling her hand and the dildo away from her face, allowing space to give her a deep kiss. She dropped the fake cock, reached down and squeezed my real one. When our lips and tongues disengaged, she brought the glass of wine to her nose and breathed in its bouquet.

"To us," she smiled, clinking her glass against mine. "And others."

She took a strong sip then. From where I stood, the bouquet of her hungry pussy overpowered that of the Pinot Noir.

Coral licked her lips, glistening with wine and excitement, and whispered, “Make it happen up there, please! I… need it!”

“I’ll try,” I whispered back, turning. “Hard.”

There were still pretences to follow — I couldn’t unzip my pants and walk up the stairs with my dick leading the way, for instance, because I was supposed to be starting off with “real” therapy. I was quiet as a mouse at the top landing, cracking the door just enough to peer through. Judith sat on the couch as instructed, leaning back with her legs spread wide. Her head was nestled on her left shoulder, mouth puckered open with her tongue active. Not only was she thinking about sucking me off — her mouth was pantomiming the deed.

I could see for myself that our previous sessions had already turned Judith into the client I wanted her to be. I really didn’t have to hypnotize her anymore, not for my own needs. She was so compliant, her heat so obedience-driven that I could order her around any which way without further interventions at a subconscious level.

But I had Coral to consider, and, as she'd said, others. It wasn’t completely solid, but I was beginning to see an endgame among the women in my life, the proper arrangement of disparate female pieces of ass that had been delivered to me by luck or fate. Judith had multiple roles to play in this scheme, which would require her to experience multiple layers of submission. It was similar to what I had done to Lucinda, for Grace. Similar, but not the same.

I locked the office door behind me, and found a spare shirt to roll up and wedge at the bottom of the door, just in case Coral couldn’t resist attempting to listen in. I felt Judith’s eyes on me, silently following my every move the way Scarlet sometimes did. My cock was completely erect, and I decided to pull it out through the zipper of my trousers, lightly stroking it with my body turned profile for Judith’s benefit. She remained silent and seated as ordered, but I knew she must be dying inside, eager to kneel at my feet and suck me off.

“You’re going to have to earn this tonight,” I said, not bothering to look at her. “Now clear everything off my desk, neatly, and stand on it.”

Silently, with swift ordered efficiency, Judith gathered the papers and other detritus from my desk and placed them in neat piles on a nearby shelf. As she climbed to stand on the wood surface, I sat down in my office chair and leaned back, my exposed cock pointing up at her.

“This is your master tonight,” I said, pointing to my dick. “No matter what else transpires, you will never forget that you serve this hard cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” she answered.

“Did I tell you that you could speak?” I barked, making my eyebrows angry.

Judith half-groaned, then swallowed the sound. She didn’t answer, not sure that she was allowed to speak.

“Start stripping for me, Judith. Very slowly and sensually. We’re going to play a little game while you strip, where you answer my questions truthfully. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her hips already beginning to gyrate.

"Turn around and let me see the backs of your legs."

She did, and I reached up to run my fingers up and down the seams of her stockings.

“You can speak to answer my questions,” I said, lifting myself off the seat enough to run my hands up inside her thighs, letting several fingers drag against the crotch of her panties. “And you can make sounds that allow me to hear your desire. Now turn around again, and bring your pussy down to me too play with. And strip off that dress.”

She sighed, immediately and loudly, turning and bending her knees to bring the rest of her body rotating down. My hand traveled along the back of her right calf, up the length of her leg until I brought it around to front, poking my bunched fingertips hard against her panties, feeling all the wetness and heat through them. She gasped loudly, managing to work a zipper at the back of her dress, the material loosening from her shoulders. As she drew the top of the dress down, gathering it into a fist to expose her braless tits, I asked the all-important question: “Do you want to fuck my wife tonight, Judith?”

She brought her pussy hard against my fingers as her lips worked, breathing out the words: “I do if you want me to.”

That was exactly where we were, wasn’t it? What I wanted her to like, she liked. What I wanted her to do, that was the action she wanted to perform above all others in the world. Obedient, completely compliant, without even needing to be hypnotized again.

“I’m going to give you a choice tonight, Judith. Coral wants to plant her face between your legs, and that’s going to happen, right here in this office. But afterwards, when I fuck your brains out in her studio, you can either take my dick inside you while you’re hypnotized, or with your mind completely lucid. Which way do you want to be fucked by me? While hypnotized, or awake?”

Her legs were trembling slightly, her breathing ragged. Her eyes showed almost delirious happiness — she was going to be both hypnotized and fucked tonight — but she worried her lower lip with her teeth, as though unable to decide between the options I’d given.

“I…” she began, the word uttered with such breathless hollowness that it accurately expressed how there really was no “I” inside of her anymore. “Which way do you want to fuck me?” she squeaked.

“The hard, pounding, cunt-stretching way,” I answered, the words almost causing her to collapse onto the desktop. “Now answer the question!” I snapped. “Hypnotized or lucid? Taking my dick with your mind lost under my power, or taking my dick so you see how much you’re under my power? Decide!”

Her dancing above me intensified though her expression looked tortured. Her mouth kept twisting like she wanted it to speak, yet no words came out.

“Decide!” I growled.

“I…” she managed to get out, her hands drawing her dress down the torso though her mind probably had no idea she was doing it. Tears began to run down her cheeks, her eyes turning red. “I c…can’t!” she finally sputtered.

And then she was pleading, all the while twisting her body above me. “Oh please, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please decide for me! Please!”

"Please? When you haven't even managed to strip your dress off?" I stood, and grabbed hold of her bunched up dress and roughly pulled it down her legs, hearing the material tear. I climbed up onto the desktop, right in her space, right in her face. Her wet panties were still in place and I jerked them aside with one hand, inserting three fingers up her cunt in one swift motion. Judith whooped, her head falling forward onto my chest.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve decided,” my voice snaked into her ear, hot probing fingers wetly twisting between her legs. “I’ve decided that I’m going to pass you on to someone else after tonight. I’ve decided that you’re going to make me happy by corrupting a woman you don’t even know yet, a woman who won’t be able to resist your submissive little cunt.”

Judith groaned like some sort of distressed animal, her eyes turned upwards.

“You get my cock tonight, but never again unless you do everything I say, and succeed at your task. You’ll please me by pleasing another, by becoming the slave of an unwitting and unknowing slave. Do you hear me?”

I jammed my fingers deeper, and pushed her upper body back while forcefully squeezing her left breast. Judith’s breath caught, her eyeballs actually vibrating, like her lust had her in an REM state with her eyes wide open.

“Answer me, fuck-cunt!” I demanded.

The acid tone and harsh words were like thrusts of a psychic cock fucking her troubled mind. With an effort, needing to answer, her focus gathered. “I’ll do… anything you want!’ she gasped. “Always! Anything! I’m… yours!”

I grinned, and teased her with how it was going to go. “You’ll dress up in a sexy little servant’s outfit for a party we’re going to throw. You’re going to serve drinks and hors de oeuvres politely and efficiently to our guests, and be the perfect little hired help, giving nothing away about how you’ve been my obedient fuck-slave under this roof. And then I’m going to sic you onto a woman who secretly desires submissive pieces of wet-cunt ass like you. You’re going to charm her, and treat her like she’s the most beautiful and intriguing and desirable woman on earth. You’re going to seduce her, Judith, like you tried to seduce me down in my kitchen that day.”

I gave her pussy a hard jolt from within, as payback. Judith whelped, her wetness beginning to trickle from my inserted fingers onto the knuckles and back of my hand.

“You’re going to ask this woman a simple question at the party, Judith. You’re going to ask her what she does for a living.”

My fingers kept twisting inside, her weight sinking into me like she barely had the strength to stand. I brought the hand between her legs up sharply again, which drove my fingers even deeper. Judith grunted and began to pant like one more twist would send her over the edge.

“No coming!” I ordered, easing one finger out to stroke her clitoris, taking her to the precipice without permission to jump.

“Uh! Uh! Oh… my… G…G…”

“This woman you are to charm,” I went on, interrupting her rattled excitement. “Do you know what she does for a living?”

Judith tried to answer “no”, but couldn’t form the word.

“Her name is Anya. She’s fucking gorgeous and she’s learning how to hypnotize people. I’m training her, Judith — training her to be like me. You’re going to help me, by tempting her into turning to the hypnotic dark side. You’re going to tell her how the thought of being hypnotized makes you feel all breathless and tingly. And you’re going to ask her to do it to you. You’ll beg her to hypnotize you if you have to. You’ll fucking force her into hypnotizing you if it comes to that. Do you understand?”

“Uh!”

“Do you understand? Answer me!”

“Y… yes! Yes!”

“And whether she really can hypnotize you or not, you’re going to become this woman’s devoted little sex slave. That’s what I want, Judith. I want you to be as submissive for this woman as you’ve been for me, and draw out her controlling side, even if it means that you have to teach her to become your master.”

“B…b…”

“But? But?”

“I’m yours!” she declared. “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours!”

“And you can only stay mine by doing as I say!” I barked. “Be mine by being hers! Those are my rules!”

Her mouth hung open, a pool of saliva mixed with her desperate breath to form a bubble that clung to her lower lip. I continued to press.

“Now listen to me – tonight you get to practice being the slave of a slave by pleasing Coral. Do everything she says, just like you would for me. If she tells you to grovel, then grovel. If she wants you to beg, then beg. And if she wants you to eat her fine pussy, you eat that pussy and you eat it masterfully, do you understand me?

“Yes! Yes! I’ll eat her! I’ll please her!”

“You’ll fucking make her come or you don’t get my cock tonight.”

“Oh! But I…”

“But you nothing! Make her come or no cock! Do you hear me?”

“Yes! I’ll make her come!”

“Good. Now get on your knees and deep-throat my cock,” I demanded, pulling my hand away from her pussy. Judith fell to her knees unceremoniously, more a gravity collapse than a deliberate action. Her hands reached up, blindly at first, but then directed by an eagerness that brought a line of drool from her mouth. She rose onto her knees, unbuttoned my pants and brought them down with my underwear in one swift motion. Her very first contact with my aching dick was full-throated, her lips and nose smushing against my pelvis. She moaned or hummed four bursts of unintelligible sound into my cock that I interpreted as “Oh God, thank you!”

She didn’t warm up to anything — it was a deep slurping smacking blowjob from the first instant. The liquid friction felt incredible, and it was tempting to let her suck me into exploding. Far too easy on her, though. She was going to have to wait, and earn my cum.

"Stop!” I shouted after Judith had twisted my length down her throat about a dozen times. She halted like she’d been freeze-framed, my cock two-thirds invisible. “Get off this desk and put your dress back on,” I commanded. “And finger your pussy the entire time, with both hands.”

She obediently released me from her mouth, though she was unable to mask her disappointment at losing my cock. She rolled onto the floor and curled her legs, lightly grunting from the self-stimulation and fruitless efforts to gather her discarded and torn dress with her knees. The task I’d given her was impossible, like many that I’d demanded of Rosita in my old office. She finally caught hold of the dress, hands squeezed tight and busily masturbating between her thighs, trying to pass the garment up to her elbows. As she struggled, I stuffed my hard-on back into my underwear, drew up my pants and put the top of my desk into its original state of professional disorder.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” my voice bit. “Why isn’t your dress on?”

Judith shuddered, which made her dress fall out of her elbow-grasp. “Ah!” she cried, quickly drawing up her knees to pick at a shoulder strap with her teeth this time.

“You’re pathetic!” I snapped, which elicited a gasp that loosened her grip on the dress again. “Okay, okay,” I relented, my tone mocking. “Use your damn hands to dress, but hurry. You have ten seconds — one, two…”

She scrambled like her life depended on it, arms and head hastily shooting up through their respective openings. She tried to tug the dress so that it molded to her body properly, but when I’d reached ten the hem was crooked, the dress bottom not even reaching crotch level on her left side. The shoulder on that same side was the source of the tearing sound from when I’d undressed her. I thought she looked like an X-rated Barbie doll that the devilish kid brother had gotten hold of.

“Stand at attention! Chin in, tits out!” I shouted

Judith looked so fucking gorgeous, her posture firm and proud, but everything inside and out was half-destroyed. Her eyes, facing forward at first, cheated in my direction, beaming her eagerness to be commanded yet again, and given another chance to please.

“Crawl on your hands and knees to the couch. Sit on it with your feet on the floor, legs spread wide.”

She did.

“Close you’re eyes and relax your body,” I said. “Spread your legs wider, all the way. I’m going to hypnotize you now, and I want your pussy wide open, my voice going straight inside it.”

She looked so happy, like I was granting her a reason to exist. My tone of voice softened and I bent at the waist, placing my mouth only inches from her fragrant pussy. I led her through her body, and could see the relaxation spreading through her with every word. Continuing to speak in hushed tones, I kneeled down and pulled her soaked panties aside, and thrust three fingers into her pussy with no warning. She gasped, then obediently choked the in-breath away as I commanded, and continued to follow my voice as I reamed her insides. She didn’t succumb in anything like record time, but she did succumb, shifting from one state of consciousness to another even while being mercilessly finger-fucked.

“You wish to please Michael, Judith. Always and in every way, you live to please Michael.”

“Oh yesss…”

“Even when Michael wants you to do things you don’t understand. Even when Michael wants you to serve another on his behalf. Even then, you’ll do exactly what Michael says, and continue doing it to please him.”

“Please… Michael…”

“You would do anything in the world that Michael wants, Judith. Say anything, do anything, be anything, because Michael desires it, and you live to serve him. Isn’t that right?”

“Oh God, yes! I live to serve Michael!”

“Tonight you will serve him by having two masters — Michael, as always, and Coral. Tonight, serving Coral is just as thrilling as serving Michael. You live to please both of them tonight, do you understand?”

“Yes, yesss…” she whispered.

“Now remain in the immersion state and take my place in finger-fucking your cunt. Lightly, though — don’t you dare come. Your pleasure belongs to Michael tonight, and Coral.”

I barely had time to remove my hand before her fingers were there, burrowing inside. I could hear the wet friction as I removed the rolled-up shirt from the door bottom, and left to get my eager wife.

I washed Judith’s pussy off my hands before knocking on the studio door. Coral had a different device in her hand this time — a professional digital camera.

“It’s fully programmable," she stated. "All you have to do is point and shoot.”

Apparently she had been making several secret purchases of late, including the ridiculously miniscule nurse’s outfit she was now wearing. Far more pornographic than the fantasy nurse ensemble Mira had worn while modeling, this outfit consisted of tall white heels that accentuated Coral’s shapely calves, leading to shimmering white stockings whose tops teased the middle of her thighs. Nothing more, not a stitch, until two overwhelmed triangles of something like a white bikini top, only much smaller. The thrust of her prominent nipples distorted twin Red Cross symbols, one per triangle.

“You’re staring,” Coral grinned, confidently thrusting out a hip. She looked down. “And you’re hard. How are you going to concentrate on angles with a schoolboy attitude like that?”

“Angles?

“Angles, point of view.” She saw that I wasn’t getting it. “The camera, silly. It will focus by itself, but you need to concentrate on how to frame your hypnotized patient as she eats her nurse’s pussy, and vice versa. I’m going to want to draw and paint from the photos we take tonight, so they need to be good.”

Of course. Sex and creativity had become inseparable for Coral, and the camera would finally allow her to be one of the sexy nurses for her artwork. My job, I deduced, was to multi-task, first hypnotizing hot women, then photographing them as they acted out in their hypnotized state. And then, of course, to fuck the hypnotized. Coral’s participation would probably be equally fluid, shoving her boobs and other body parts in Judith’s face for the camera and her own enjoyment, then backing off at some point to take pictures, her lens freeze-framing my cum.

She handed over the camera, giving my erection a hard squeeze. “The memory card is as huge as you are, so take lots of pictures. And the camera has a close-up lens. Use it. If I can’t see saliva glistening on my clit, then you never got close enough.”

She climbed the stairs ahead of me after that, her gorgeous bare ass smoothly swaying. I put the camera strap around my neck and viewed my wife’s rear and sheathed legs through the viewfinder, and depressed the shutter. The lens whirred, the camera clicked, and Coral’s beautiful backside appeared in perfect focus on the LED screen. This, I thought, was going to be fun.

“Oh God!” Coral whispered at the top of the stairs. “I can smell her pussy from here!“

When I arrived to stand beside her, Coral had her hands to her mouth, watching Judith’s vacant masturbation session upon the couch. She glanced up at me and whispered, ”She’s already hypnotized?”

“She’s hypnotized.”

“Oh God she looks so…”

“Vulnerable?”

“Fuckable! Like she… What happened to her dress?”

Crap, an oversight. A lie quickly bubbled to the surface, because I didn’t want to give away just how far I’d gone with Judith on my own. “I'm not sure. I left her with instructions to steam herself up — the dress wasn’t torn like that when I left.”

Coral approached Judith’s slumped masturbating form on tip-toe, as though any motion in the room might subvert the immersion state. I wondered how different this all looked compared to the time that Judith had only pretended to be hypnotized. “Can she hear me?” Coral whispered.

“She’ll listen if I start speaking,” I whispered back. “She’s attuned to my voice.”

“What are the limits? Can we make her do… anything?”

“Hardly,” I replied, the answer carefully chosen to prevent Coral from examining her own escalating drives. “The technique can only latch onto desires which already exist. But… we’re really lucky with this one. Judith is a very subservient girl by nature…”

“I saw that when she modeled. She liked to be bossed around.”

“It makes her unusually susceptible to the technique. And she’s extremely attracted to you — to both of us, really. I’m not certain, but I think she’d do just about anything we want. Instantly.”

I watched as my wife, her incredible curves accentuated by the ridiculous nurse’s costume, kneeled between Judith’s spread legs. Judith’s mind was underground in MasturbationLand where I had placed it, yet Coral appeared to be the more transfixed of the two. Somehow I remembered the camera and its purpose, and through the viewfinder I watched Coral reach out, her trembling fingers touching Judith’s knees, then lowering and circling to cup her calves. I took shot after shot, shifting my position until I was standing squarely behind Coral, the two women’s bodies symmetrically framed in a rectangle of lust.

Coral arched her body, craning her neck until she was looking back at me, her head upside-down. “Tell her… that she can’t even breathe right unless she gets her lips on my nipples. Tell her that her pussy feels like it’s on fire and needs to grind against my mouth. Make her beg me for sex!”

Perhaps it was the utter strangeness of seeing that lovely face, literally turned on its head and animated by so much intense sexual greed, all framed by the lens. Whatever the reason, a multitude of images from recent dreams filtered through my mind, images of a shadowy prostitute version of Coral, and giant spinning disks with impossibly conquered women. The picture in the camera was every bit as bizarre as the contents of my dreams, but it was real. And the Michael peering through the lens had so many roles to play, more roles than even made sense. I was a seducer, a hypnotist, an artist’s assistant and photographer. I was husband, deceiver, pornographer, fallen therapist, voyeur, manipulator, adulterer, predator, accomplice. And perhaps the strangest of all — a controller, a powerful and able controller, but with the feeling that I was hanging on for dear life while key women I controlled were becoming runaway sex trains with their own goals and agendas.

“Tell her!” Coral hissed. “Make her need me!”

Coral pushed herself back between my legs, giving my cock a tender stroke along the way. She took the camera from my hands, and told me to take her place between Judith’s spread legs. I was subject matter now, speaking immersion commands with the camera clicking behind me. I delivered Coral’s wishes more or less as she had given them, but straight into Judith’s swollen pussy. Never having been told to stop playing with herself, Judith had her panties bunched in one fist, her other hand busily teasing her cunt from top to bottom.

“The second you open your eyes and see that Coral is in the room,” I began, “your lips ache for her hard nipples. You can’t even breathe right, you want her tits so much. You’ve never seen a more desirable body in your life. Coral is so beautiful, and your pussy is on fire for her, so needy, so desperate to grind, and absorb her warmth. Your cunt aches for her cunt. You can’t stand it, you need Coral’s wet cunt so badly.”

“Uh! Need… Coral!” Judith gasped, her fingers moving faster.

“You’ll do or say anything to get your tongue on Coral’s sweet pussy,” I continued. “You’ll beg, plead, comply with anything she says. Nothing can be right with the world until you’ve made Coral come. Nothing can be right with the world until she’s made you come.”

It was Coral groaning behind me now, and I felt her hand on my shoulder, probably to steady herself. The camera had stopped its clicking, my wife’s lust erasing her determination to document the scene. Unnaturally stoked female heat radiated in front of me, and was echoed behind.

“Come back to normal consciousness,” I commanded Judith, ending the session more abruptly than I ever had. “Open your eyes and see Coral… now!”

I watched from my position between her thighs to see her eyelids flip open like car headlights. If she even saw that her therapist’s face was inches from her pussy, she never showed it. She stared past me, above me, and began to gasp for air.

“Hold still, Judith,” I heard Coral say, the camera shutter clicking again. I tried to imagine what the pictures would look like, with all that wild subservient hunger boring straight into the lens.

“Tear your dress off!” Coral commanded, and Judith didn’t hesitate, clawing at the already distressed fabric and pulling violently. The front of her dress split wide open just below her tits. In seconds she sat erect on the sofa’s edge in nothing but her soaked panties and black stockings.

“Peel her stockings away with your mouth,” Coral ordered me, and I almost laughed out loud. In this hyper-lustful creative condition that seemed to be her default state of late, she thought a lot like me.

I gleefully bit into the top of Judith’s left stocking, making certain to rub hard against her pussy with my hair and the side of my face. The camera clicked, capturing the scene, but the stronger sound was that of Judith’s breathing, so ragged and exaggerated that her smooth muscled thighs and cheerleader calves trembled violently, all the way down to her ankles and toes.

"Now her panties," Coral directed. "And give her a couple of good warm-up licks while you're doing it."

I bit into her wet panties, and pulled them down her legs. When she was completely naked, I returned for a few drive-by dabs with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhh!" Judith groaned. She tasted so sweet, her nectar so hot, yet I pulled away.

“P…p…please!” Judith sputtered up above.

“Please what?” Coral teased, the shutter continuing to click.

Judith didn’t answer with words. She choked out a groan, leaning forward, looking like a coiled cat, ready to leap. Enough of being a puppet for my wife’s paintings — the two women in the room were my wind-up fuck-puppets with their strings ready to snap, and I wanted to step back and watch them intertwine and explode.

I took the camera from Coral’s grasp as I stood, and backed towards my desk chair. Once seated, I unbuttoned the fly of my pants and pulled my hard cock out. Judith’s eyes never left Coral’s body, but she let out a sharp cry — she was well-geared for Coral’s tits and pussy, but the exposing of my cock reminded her that making Coral come was the gateway to getting hold of her ultimate goal — my dick.

Coral stood about three feet from Judith, the two women close enough that they could reach out and join hands. Judith was naked, while Coral still had the white stockings and Red Cross triangles that barely covered her thrusting nipples.

“I…” Judith tried to speak, arms reaching up and out toward my wife’s grand breasts.

“You want these?” Coral taunted, hefting her tits from underneath and making them surge.

“G…God yes!” Judith expelled.

I could see the glint in Coral’s eyes, just before she answered. ‘Well you can’t have them.”

Judith wailed, her expression panicked. I decided to watch the rest of this drama through the lens, and raised the camera as I wheeled my chair closer with my feet.

“I’ve got amazing tits, don’t I?” Coral taunted, freeing her right breast from the silly triangle of cloth and raising it to her lowered chin. Her tongue reached out and she gave her hard nipple a theatrical lick, circling around and around.

“P…p…please!” Judith choked.

“So big,” Coral whispered, freeing her other breast. She mashed them together, rolling the pliant flesh around with her hands and forearms. “So incredibly… sensitive…”

They were, and Coral looked like she was going to lose it. What had begun as a means to torture Judith had her on the edge, and I wheeled closer to snap photo after photo. When I swung the lens in Judith’s direction, she was looking at me, eyes pleading. She must be hoping that I would intervene somehow, and give her permission to jump Coral’s bones.

“On the floor!” I heard Coral bark. I tracked Judith through the lens as she nearly fell to the floor, instinctively ending up in a kneeling position. Coral reached down, firmly grasping the sides of Judith’s chin. “I want to hear you begging for these tits! I want to hear you begging for this pussy!”

She got what she wanted. Judith wailed her needs up at Coral’s body and I captured the scene, imagining what it might look like as a painting.

“Now beg for my tits while tonguing my pussy!” Coral ordered, her legs spreading and knees bending to bring her hot cunt down to Judith’s eager face.

I wasn’t going to miss this. I wheeled the chair so close that it bumped against Judith’s leg. Through the clicking lens I watched the first trembling dab of her tongue. She continued to plead with Coral, this time her words all wet and garbled. Joy at being in contact with Coral’s cunt was intermixed with desperate need for the big breasts above, fraught imploring words nearly drowning in hot saliva and flowing lubrication. I could hear Coral beginning to lose it up above, but kept the camera focused tight on the meeting of Judith’s busy mouth with my wife’s forever-hypnotized cunt. I leaned in even closer, the lens capturing glistening tongue and sopping swollen labia, puckering nibbling lips and the clitoris I knew and loved so well. Though it was impossible, Judith looked like she was trying to be artful in the ways she attacked Coral’s pussy. The constant pleading while eating pussy undermined any hope for craft, the slobbery style reminding me of those pie-eating contests where speed and sloppiness create a colorful facial mess.

But it was effective, as the screams of deliverance began to sound above, and a wave of greater wetness turned Judith’s mouth and chin into glistening landscapes. I swung the camera upwards, capturing Coral's distorted features and nearly vacant eyes as the climaxes swept through her, then swung it back, a flood of scent seeming to tunnel right through the camera as I photographed Judith’s nose and mouth grinding into Coral’s pelvis.

“My… tits…” Coral managed to speak, her voice weak. “They’re… yours!”

I had to back away to capture Judith unleashed. She more or less wrestled Coral to the ground, bare legs meshing with white stockings and heels. Though I couldn’t see the contact, I had no doubt that insanely wet pussies were meeting and slip-sliding together for the first time. I stood up to photograph Judith’s frenetic boob-assault from above, getting glimpses of Coral’s mouth twisting with animal bliss. They became like a writhing squealing ball, all legs and arms and a cacophony of panting groaning sounds, which included Coral coming again and again, shouting at the top of her lungs.

Knowing that I was only temporarily forgotten, I pushed the chair back to my desk, and set the camera upon it. I still had half a glass of the wine Judith had brought, and I lifted it to my lips, my other hand wrapping around my aching cock and lightly stroking. The night was not over, and my voice would be added to the symphony of gasps and groans before it was.

I felt… happy. Happy like the devil might feel when some nefarious bargain was going particularly well. I dribbled a bit of the wine onto my cock, not even worrying that it would ruin my pants, and transitioned into longer, firmer strokes.

This night was really only the beginning of the end. Although there would be no true ending; I knew that. Judith was a tool, and so, truth be told, was my wife. Coral was already toasting the seduction of "others", and I felt confident that my powers of persuasion could shape minds and events in the directions I wanted to go. There would be unexpected occurrences, and certainly hidden dangers, but I would not stop. I would never stop, not when the results were so lovely to watch, and participate in. Was I addicted? Yes, of course. But so was everybody else. You couldn't touch this stuff and not get addicted.

I picked up the camera again, and raised it to take a few long shots of the female fuck-fest on my office floor. For a couple of seconds, even though I heard the familiar whir of the lens, I thought the focus mechanism had broken, because everything remained blurry.

The explanation came to me, and I was already laughing before I checked. Yes, somewhere there before I’d moved away, a big smear of cunt-juice had gotten all over the lens. Was that close enough for Coral?

A strange thought flashed in my mind, and I wiped the lens clean with my shirt, then leaned forward to focus on the head of my cock, rising up past my zipper, surrounded by the dark tones of my pants. I hunched closer, until the throbbing helmet shape filled the entire rectangle, and I clicked the shutter. Pressing the viewing button on the back of the camera, I studied this two-dimensional version of my cock-head, and grinned.

It looked epic when framed like that, symbolic but also completely recognizable as mine and mine alone, with every pore in focus. I’d print an enlargement and mail it to Rosita tomorrow, without any kind of note. Just to get her engines stoked, to have her good and wet and ready.

I had to carry Coral down the stairs to her studio later that night. I couldn’t even guess how many orgasms she’d had while eating or being eaten by Judith. It didn’t help that I fetched her blowjob practice-dildo at one point, and handed it to Judith while whispering into her ear: “Coral wants this jammed up her cunt really hard, and if you do a good job I’ll let you suck me off twice tonight.”

I photographed the ensuing assault with the huge dildo. I photographed, in extreme close-up, swollen saliva-stained nipples and quivering pussy-smeared thighs and torn stockings and rolled-back eyeballs at the moment of climax. I took so many pictures of these two beautiful mind-whores that when they were too exhausted to girl-hump any more, I had to download the data from the camera’s completely filled memory card. Before the night was over, Coral would surely want shots of my cock imbedded inside of Judith’s cunt, or mouth, or perhaps her ass.

I deposited my sex-depleted wife onto the sofa in her studio, and held her head to help her sip water from a glass. She whispered disjointed phrases like “even further” and “beg to come” and "so many others" before passing out. I knew what she wanted, and that we would get it together later. I kissed her on the cheek before returning to my office, where Judith lay sprawled on the floor. I removed my pants and underwear and stood over her, softly speaking her name. She dragged her eyes half-open, looking nearly as destroyed as Coral. I watched with amusement as the eyes slowly focused, coming alive when she caught sight of my erect cock straining up above.

“You really pleased me tonight,” I complimented in a soothing tone. “I think you deserve a chance to please me even more.”

In an instant Judith’s eyes brightened further and her cheeks seemed to glow. She licked her lips, gaze fixed on my throbbing tool.

“I’m going to lie down and take a little nap,” I said. “Your job is to do any fucking thing you want with this…” — I tapped my hard-on, making it sway — “that you think I’ll enjoy, and that will make falling asleep a challenge.”

Her forehead wrinkled for an instant — she probably wished for more direct orders. Fuck it. My dick had been erect almost non-stop since dinner, and that was several hours ago. I was so ready to shoot cum that Judith could do anything and I’d love it.

I settled on the floor, lying on my back with closed eyes. I expected to immediately feel Judith’s hot mouth around my cock, but heard her stepping around the room instead. The sounds changed to include the clicking of heels. I was tempted to peek, but decided to relax and enjoy the ride, whatever it was.

The first contact, when it came, was a soft kiss on the lips. I opened my mouth, accepting Judith’s tongue. Slippery hands surrounded my cock, moving slowly, pressing hard. The kiss ended and the scent of Judith’s pussy became strong.

I felt something odd press into my chest, and opened my eyes just in time to see Coral’s huge dildo, its base planted on my chest, slide into Judith’s lowered cunt. She had sheathed her toned legs in the dark stockings and heels again, embedding her pussy while squatting above me. Her hands left my cock, took hold of mine and guided them to grasp the base of the dildo. She pivoted above, turning to face away, and came into position on her knees, my cock slipping inside her mouth.

I got the picture, and loved the picture, and began to twist the dildo, drawing it out slowly, then plunging it in, and twisting again. Judith mimicked the motion on my tool, groaning into my hard meat. I changed the dildo’s rhythm, making for faster and shallower mini-penetrations right at her opening, and her mouth followed suit, focusing on the head of my cock.

I smiled inside, delighted with my fuck-slave’s ingenuity at finding a way to hand me the keys to her blowjob. Anya would not stand a chance with this perfect piece of super-subservient ass.

Without warning, I plunged the dildo in hard, and as deep as it would go. Judith leaped forward, gasping loudly and losing hold of my dick.

“You bitch!” I scolded. “Put me back in and suck like your life depends on it!”

It was so perfect, ramming Judith’s pussy while she went deep-throat spastic on me. She groaned and sucked, her ass shaking and dangling boobs flopping, and I kept yelling “Faster, faster bitch!” She came before I did, crying into my cock deep in her throat. My own climax came with tremendous force, spunk shooting violently deep inside her. She felt it, felt how strong it was, and seemed to become delirious, sucking even more wildly. I kept ramming her with the diildo, reaching around with my other hand to stroke her sopping clit. She finally released me while screaming out another orgasm, and fell on top of me, writhing and moaning, her legs kicking absently.

I lay there, temporarily satisfied, softly stroking Judith’s stockinged legs as her body quieted down. Possibilities eased in and out of my mind, visions of making some unknown woman addicted to a particular sex toy, or a particular position, or needing to have sex in particular places, or at regular times. There were countless kinks and fetishes that gripped the mind and body, in some cases so severe that they took over the psyche almost completely, and became the impetus that drove people into therapy. With the immersion technique at my disposal, how many fetishes could I implant into a woman? I had already created several sexual “monsters” — my wife was the perfect example, and I hadn’t even tried all that hard at the beginning.

I thought about Coral’s deviant art desires, and how she saw no need to hide her wish to entrap lovers, turning them into subject matter and pleading sex-starved nymphos all at the same time. I thought about the heightened ever-present drives that had caused Mira to follow me to this city, and how Anya was already another piece being moved in my sexual game board, even if she had no awareness of it. I thought of beautiful bosomy Rosita, not quite gone and definitely not forgotten, simmering away until I decided to ignite her jets from afar. Also Grace, and Lucinda, and the thrill of the chase, and the even greater thrills when catching and controlling my prey.

“So many others,” Coral had invoked earlier in the night, her final words before falling asleep. There would be others; I had no doubts about that. I was hopelessly addicted to these hypnotic sex acts and there was a whole world out there, full of alluring "others". I wouldn't be able to stop myself, and now my wife was in on the game. She would egg me on, apparently without any doubting or sense of conscience, and did it matter whether Coral chose the victims to trap, or that I found them myself?

"The best of all possible worlds," I whispered out loud, feeling Judith's body shift slightly, pressing into mine. The lone wolf when I wanted to be one; the assistance of the pack when I needed them to make the kill.

What prey stood a chance? What prey would even have the instincts to try to run?