It was difficult leaving Rosita. It wasn’t that I wanted to overstay my welcome — at a certain point in the morning when we were both sexually spent, I was quite eager to go. But Rosita’s eyes grew wide with fear, and I understood. I’d really poured it on in my office, setting her up to feel a terrible emptiness when my cock was not there in her hand, or jammed inside her cunt, or snuggled against one of her massive breasts. In the eight hours or so that we’d spent together, there must not have been more than two minutes when some part of her wasn’t touching my dick in some way. The same commands that had given me such an exhilarating night of sex would plague her until our next night of exhilarating sex, and she — quite sensibly — didn’t want to have to endure the pain.

She kept pleading with me to come fuck her as soon as her lap-dance gig was over that night, and I could see that some adjustments were going to be necessary. The next several days were set aside as potential play days with Mira, and I didn’t want any distractions or slip-ups. I offered to hypnotize her, promising to guide her into a state of relative emotional calm until she could get hold of my cock again. Quite trusting of the immersion technique and my “kindness”, she was eager to be put under. Lying naked on her bed with the smells of sex all over the both of us, I led her through her body into the trance state and actually did what I said I’d do — more or less.

“Follow my voice, Rosita,” I began, once she was open, and vulnerable. “You feel alive and vibrant in the afterglow of our night of sex. Sex with Michael is the best sex ever.”

“Best… ever…”

Here I had a flash of inspiration. Briefly weighing the plusses and minuses, I decided to follow it. “Only Michael’s cock can fill your emptiness, Rosita. You wish to fuck Michael, and no one else, because no one else can help you with your sexual needs. Only Michael’s cock can fill your emptiness.”

“So… filled…”

“Only Michael can fill you, Rosita. You will have no desire for anyone else.”

“Only… Michael.”

“As soon as you open your eyes, that sense of being sexually filled will become a feeling of great personal fulfillment. Making love to a kind and compassionate man like Michael feels so right, and so uplifting. You feel blessed, and so lucky to have a relationship with Michael’s emptiness-destroying cock.”

“So… full… filled…”

“You will feel this sense of fulfillment until Monday night, when the feeling of emptiness will return. Only a little at first, but hour by hour your craving for Michael’s gaze, and Michael’s hard cock, will increase. By Tuesday afternoon, you will desperately need to fuck Michael again.”

“Uhhh… Michael…”

“The need to fuck Michael will grow until it becomes an excruciating sense of emptiness. Tuesdays are to become your days of terrible emptiness, Rosita. Your nipples will burn with the fire of your need for Michael. Your pussy will feel sooooo empty. Empty, Rosita. So terribly empty…”

“Uhhh! So… empty…”

“You may play with yourself if the emptiness becomes unbearable, but nothing can truly satisfy your urges, other than Michael’s hard cock."

“Only Michael…”

“You are Michael’s Tuesday night fuck-toy, Rosita.”

“Uhhh!”

“You would never schedule anything on Tuesday nights, not when Michael needs a sex toy, and you need to fuck him so badly.”

“Michael!”

“You would never miss a chance to fuck Michael on a Tuesday.”

“Never! I won’t!”

“You will arrive for your Tuesday appointments punctually, appearing cool and collected. Inside, however, your entire body will ache for Michael’s gaze, and contact with Michael’s dick. Once Michael closes and locks his office door behind you, you will do anything to please Michael, and satisfy Michael’s emptiness-destroying cock. Anything, Rosita. Anything Michael wants.”

“Anything! I’ll do anything!”

“Michael’s kindness needs to be repaid, and the only way you can repay Michael is by being his Tuesday fuck-toy, and keeping it a secret.”

“Yes! Let me!”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m Michael’s Tuesday fuck-toy! I’ll do anything to please him! I need Michael’s cock!”

“Very good. Now masturbate for Michael, Rosita. Right now, knowing how much he loves the sight of your beautiful body. Masturbate for Michael, as a parting gift. Send him away happy and hard, and looking forward to next Tuesday night, when you can be his fuck-toy again.”

She went at herself with gusto, her hands paying a great deal of attention to her breasts. Her thrilling body didn’t need her conscious mind to know what it wanted, and I leaned in close to observe every move, especially when she began to go at her glistening cunt, already so worked upon through the night.

I was hard as steel, despite the number of times we’d fucked; even so, I dressed and left her there with a final command to awaken when she achieved her climax. Though throbbing, my erection really didn’t mind the parting of ways, not when I knew I could mark Rosita’s next sexual meltdown on my office calendar. She would be boiling like a pot of pussy-oil on a stove when I saw her again. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came just from watching me unzip my pants.

The birds were chirping in the pre-dawn light when I drove back to my own neighborhood. My cock ached with satisfaction, even though I knew I was pushing the envelope. I had years of experience working with cravings, but I’d gone far past that with Rosita. A feeling of personal fulfillment after being with me, and feelings of deep need after too much time away, and only wanting to make love to me… These were aspects of addiction, yes, but also, to some extent, of intense love. I was making her wish to be with me, and want me, and need me. I'm no expert on a subject as complex as love, and I couldn’t outright command someone to love me — but might Rosita look forward to being with me so much that she would feel it as love, or something close to it?

I kept picturing Mira’s expressive eyes as I drove, gazing at me with adoration and intense need. All I had accomplished with Rosita had been practice, and today might be the day. I envisioned guiding Mira into the immersion state again, her incomparable legs sheathed in black nylons, her pussy gleaming wet as I toyed with her unguarded mind, suffusing every cell of her being with relentless Michael- sucking and Michael-fucking needs. I wanted her, not straddling the yes/no fence of her anguish over an affair, but dripping and crying and drooling for my cock, powerless to resist the pull, the core of her being parched without me, her soul awash with feelings of deep fulfillment after fucking me.

The truth was, I wanted her to crave me so intensely that she fucking lived for my cock.

I loved my life, and my profession. I loved my new ability to bend a handful of gorgeous women to my will, my voice like a trusted invader, plumbing the depths of their minds. I loved having to worry that I could go too far, undermining a psyche until there was little there except the desire to fuck me, whenever and however I wanted to be fucked.

I couldn’t even think of sleep, and the early part of the day was deceptively normal — shower and shave, read the paper, mow the lawn. The exact time of Taylor’s flight escaped my memory, and I looked online to check: 11:45 a.m.

The phone rang at 11:30, and I knew who it was.

“I just kissed him good-bye. I… I know I promised to see you, but I can’t. I just can’t!” Mira vented.

“This is my surprise?”

“No, I have something special all planned out… But no, I can’t do that! I can’t!”

“You sound extremely conflicted.”

“I keep trying to forget that we ever… But I can’t! I’m aching for you, Michael. Almost painfully. I don’t understand it…”

I understood, because I’d told her to ache for me. And if I could get Mira in the immersion state even just one more time, I’d go fucking nuclear on her.

“You know my schedule,” I dangled. “I’m free all day today, but then I’m in the office until the evenings.”

“I… can’t promise anything.”

I didn’t respond, because her conscious mind wasn’t going to make this decision. The pressure, and the direction, would come from underneath, where I’d planted my potent seeds.

“I have to go,” she whispered, then rang off.

It amazed me the way I could get so hard just from hearing her voice, even after a rare multi-orgasmic night on lap-dance pussy patrol. Would “good” Mira really win out, squandering this rare chance? It was possible, but my cock believed.

I paid bills and conducted research online for an upcoming lecture after her call, but got antsy, deciding to go out for groceries in the early afternoon. Even as I picked out produce, I felt like a man with a countdown of undetermined length ticking away inside, my sperm all strapped in, awaiting launch. My thoughts took a hard turn into the fuck-Mira zone somewhere around the supermarket juice aisle, and I had one hell of a woodie pointing my way through the check-out lines, and all the way to my car.

“Your lightning rod looks like it needs a good shock.”

I turned and there she was, looking super-gorgeous while gazing at the tent in my pants through her open car window.

“Get in, Michael.”

I abandoned my groceries in the front seat of my car. Let them rot, for all I cared.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, as I slipped into the passenger seat.

“And yet here we are.”

“I’m not a cheater, Michael.” Her hands betrayed the words, hiking the hem of her short skirt to reveal sleek gartered legs without panties. Red stockings, even more hardening than the black ones I'd seen in my imagination. “I don’t… I’m a married woman. I don’t do things like this!”

“What do you want, Mira?” I asked, my left hand resting on her right thigh. I caressed the smoothness of her nylons, my fingers circling closer and closer towards bare flesh, and her center of gravity.

Her thighs parted, her lips trembling. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head “no”, even as her right hand reached out, finding my erection through my pants. Her lips joined the motion of her head, silently mouthing the word “no” as her hand squeezed, and stroked. It was as though she lived in one reality above her neck, her body obeying entirely different laws down below.

“You’re so… hard,” she whispered.

“So hard for you.”

“I’ve never ached like this before, for anyone. It’s… intense.”

Just as I’d instructed.

“I don’t want to be like this!” she declared, just as my fingers found her slit, so hot and wet. Her thighs suddenly closed, trapping my probing hand. For about one second, it was unclear whether she was shutting down, or giving my hand a firm love squeeze.

“Make it difficult for me to drive!” she demanded, putting the car in gear and peeling out of the parking lot.

I made it difficult, all right, leaning over to plant my head sideways between her legs. I’d told her while in her trance state how I liked stockings, and here were her sculpted stems, highlighted just as I wanted them. The mechanics involving the steering wheel were less than ideal, but the wet pussy and stocking-covered thighs there to caress were almost unbelievably perfect. It was like that with Mira — I knew how divine her body was, but once intimately reunited with the particulars through my senses, I was freshly shocked. She was so fucking beautiful that it hurt.

I used my hands and tongue on her as the car moved wherever we were going, hearing her little cries over the sounds of travel. “Oh!” she cried as my thumb circled her clit, making her rear wiggle. She groaned, stepping hard on the brake, then hitting the gas.

“Oh God… I just went through a red light!”

I raised my head, imagining a cop staring without humor at the smear of female excitement framing my mouth. We turned off of a busy street into one of the city’s more upscale neighborhoods, and I knew where we were going.

“That’s right,” she confirmed, reaching over to tease my dick. “I’m taking you home with me. Duck down now, this is my block.”

I placed my head back in her lap, like a spy assigned to case the best legs in the city. She navigated into a driveway, and through a garage door. As gears churned overhead, the lowering door blocked out the sunlight, and I knew we were free to play for real.

Mira wasted no time, turning onto her hands and knees and burrowing her head into my lap. She pulled me out, and into her waiting mouth, her tongue literally shaking, as though it had been denied this treat for too long. I pulled her skirt up and massaged her ass as she licked and bobbed, and she wasn’t the only one to feel overwhelmed. Every square inch of her felt so right in my hands, her texture and sounds and smells almost too good to be true.

I wanted to keep going at her right there in the car, but she raised her head, licking her lips, and told me to open the glove box. I did, and the only thing in there was a rolled-up black cloth.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“The first part of your surprise. Put it over your eyes, Michael. I’ll tie it tight.”

I hesitated, never having anticipated something like this. The change of sex-gears had me confused, and I didn’t know what I thought of entering Mira’s house without the use of my eyes.

She took the cloth from me, and slipped it around my head. It occurred to me that I’d told her to explore her sexual fantasies, and this must be one of them. I could choose to resist, or trust. Feeling nervous, I allowed her to tie the cloth tight.

“I’ll guide you up the stairs,” she said. “The rest of your surprise takes place up there.”

She helped me out of the car, one hand holding mine, her other hand lightly stroking my dick as we climbed the stairs. On the next floor, I thought we passed through a kitchen, and perhaps a living room. The house smelled much like Mira’s hair, and I thought I could detect Taylor, too, although I couldn’t say how. My pulse began to quicken as we climbed another flight of stairs, because I thought I heard some faint unidentified creaking above, and I briefly imagined Taylor waiting at the top of the stairs, baseball bat in hand.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Sshhhh!” she replied, still stroking my cock.

We turned left at the top of the stairs, down what must have been a hallway, and left again, my shoulder brushing against a door frame. This room smelled like ten Mira’s, and I pictured a large bedroom, with afternoon light filtering in through white curtains. She turned me around, and guided me backwards, then pushed hard, and I fell back onto a bed.

“This is… where the two of you sleep?”

“Sshhhh!” she urged, apparently straddling me from above. “Give me your right hand.”

I felt a cloth wrapping around my wrist. “Wait a minute…” I began.

“The other hand,” she demanded, and she took it, and wrapped it tight.

I considered ripping the blindfold off as she fastened my left wrist to something. My concerns were growing, but so was my heat, imagining that this might be a long-repressed fantasy of hers that would get her engines firing in some special way. My right hand jerked, and in seconds my choices were reduced to none. My arms weren’t stretched out or tied uncomfortably tight, but several tugs told me that I couldn’t, say, scratch my nose. I was not only blind, but largely helpless.

“What are you…” I began, and she shushed me again.

“Heighten your other senses,” she whispered. “I know how turned-on you get from looking at me — try to see my body in your mind, through your other senses. Try to see and feel every detail, if you can. I’ll help.”

The bed shifted and I could imagine her getting off of it, and standing to my left. I heard her skirt slipping down her legs, and possibly her blouse being pulled over her head. Static electricity crackled, and a floorboard creaked.

My clothing came off next, my erection rising free and undoubtedly pointing up at the ceiling. I thought I felt some kind of additional movement from her, although there was no sound. I imagined that she was leaning over me, her hair perhaps an inch or so from my face. Reaching up with my left hand, the reality was quite different, as my fingers met warm silky texture and hard muscle.

One of her calves, full and tight and sleek. I caressed it, taking in its volume and curving shape, and brushing the fine smoothness of the nylons. I glided my hand up towards her thigh, squeezing along the way, imagining how Mira had her leg extended horizontally over me dancer-style, without the least bit of trembling from the effort.

My hand wouldn’t reach to the top of her thigh. I pulled against the wrist restraint, and then the leg disappeared.

The bed shook a moment later, seemingly from both sides at once. The center of my body went lower on the mattress and I imagined her standing over top of me, feet planted to either side of my hips. Another movement occurred above, and I expected some part of her to graze the tip of my cock. Instead, I felt the presence of something close to my face.

My tongue reached out, meeting nothing. I pictured a full breast, or a hand, or even her cunt. Tuning in, I could smell her excitement, and feel warmth close by. I breathed in deeply, and got a strong hit of the sweet scent of Mira’s pussy. My tongue reached out again, and this time I made contact, slick wetness and the taste of Mira-juice in my mouth.

I licked upwards, then dabbed at her clitoris, and heard her hands meet the wall over and behind my head. She must be leaning diagonally, her back arched, legs spread wide.

“Eat me,” she whispered from above, and her pussy leaned in closer, giving me easy access.

I went at her lightly at first, picturing the red stockinged legs, and the garter straps fastened to a matching red bustier. I tried to picture the curvature of her torso above me, and her breasts, perhaps pressed against the headboard or wall. I could almost see her face awash with passion, her mouth parted and lips glistening, her green pupils half visible through fluttering, dreamy lids.

“Oh yesss…” she sighed above me, the bed shifting. I envisioned her knees bending, her thighs parting more, her wet opening growing wider. I wiggled my tongue and thrust it inside, and she let out a soft girlish cry.

I loved Mira’s voice in heat. I circled my tongue inside of her, my lips spreading to contact as much of this sensitive terrain as possible. She cooed, and breathed out a soft, “Ohhhhhmmmmmicheal,” just as I felt lips surround the head of my cock.

“Uhhhh!” I cried. It was like shock therapy, the way my brain and body buzzed from the incongruity. My tongue froze and every muscle stiffened.

“Don’t stop!” Mira urged from above.

I thought for an instant that I was hallucinating, but the lips touching my cock opened, and I slid inside of a warm mouth.

“Don’t stop!” Mira urged again.

My tongue wiggled, more on autopilot than anything, because my mind needed to reboot. My cock was on fire and the tongue inside of the warm wet mystery mouth began to tap-dance on my helmet, letting out a groan of excitement.

“Lucinda!”

She didn’t reply. Her sucking intensified, as did her vocalizations. I groaned, too, right into Mira’s wet slit. Two women! It wasn’t the combination I’d envisioned, but Mira must have shared my fantasy, and she’d managed to pull it together with her dance compatriot. I was finally getting two beautiful women, at once.

Which meant that Lucinda was going to go fucking nuts. You need a hard cock and a wet pussy for the best orgasms of your life, I had told her under hypnosis. The best orgasms of your life, but only when eating pussy, while being fucked by Michael’s hard cock. You can trust his hard cock to give you the most intense orgasms of your life. So intense. Unbelievably intense. Monster orgasms, Lucinda. Life-changing orgasms.

And here we all were — the cock to be fucked with and the pussy to eat, all in bed together. I guess I’d never said that it had to be Grace’s pussy, and Lucinda had followed an unexpected path.

As hard as I was, as excited as I was, it felt like my dick grew another inch in Lucinda’s mouth. Today was not only going to be the first day I got to fuck Mira without time constraints, or even the day that I finally got two hot babes to fuck in a single outing — no, whether they knew it or not, today was Christmas day in Cuntland, and these were my shiny wet sex toys.

I cut loose with my tongue, fucking massacring Mira’s sopping cunt with my tongue and lips. She groaned above me and ground her pussy in hard, begging to get it even faster and harder.

Her cries were loud and heated, but I could barely hear them over the sounds coming from Lucinda. Due to the immersion commands I’d given her, sucking my cock was having a profound effect upon her. I felt the insides of her legs as they trembled against mine, imagining how she must be on her knees above me. She seemed to be panting into my cock as much as sucking it, her mouth beginning to go spastic inside as it had in her bathroom.

Their sighs and cries escalated all around me, echoing as though a whole harem of excited women might be in the room waiting to fuck me. Incredibly, both women came before I did. Lucinda was first, the trembling in her legs becoming seismic, just moments before she screamed into my cock. The sound reverberated through my meat before I slipped out of her mouth, her voice booming up to the ceiling. I pictured her there on her knees, her back arched as though howling up at the moon, the immersion commands regarding my cock firing at her climax-buttons like bolts of lightning.

Mira was only seconds behind, the aggressive actions of my tongue and lips having their intended effect. Her voice was softer than Lucinda’s, its tones sweeter and more musical, but they heightened precipitously in both tone and volume when her pussy became a gusher, her hips bucking, her wetness sliding across my jaw before slipping off my face. The bed shook as the strength needed to hold her up seemed drain away. I felt her thighs and pelvis crash down onto my belly, her tits softly falling down my face.

And then I just lay there, blind and without the use of my hands, hearing these two women breathing heavily, the scent of hot pussy everywhere. Perhaps a minute passed before the mattress shifted, some sort of movement taking place. Mira began to pant again, as though having a relapse into her orgasmic state. “Oh God, oh yes…” she whispered, and the bed moved again. “Oh God, oh yes, oh that’s it…”

This was no relapse.

“Untie his hands!” Lucinda panted. “I really need his cock!”

Yes, she did. And when I jammed it into her, as she ate Mira’s pussy…

I felt my right wrist being untied first. The left one followed and then Mira cried out, the sounds of Lucinda’s mouth working at her slit louder than before.

To hell with being sightless. My hands free now, I slipped the blindfold up and off, and drank in the sight of the girl/girl action taking place over my torso.

They weren’t just any girls. Both wore sleek stockings and heels, their dancer’s legs all toned and shiny. Mira’s upper body filled out a matching red bustier, just as I'd imagined, her generous breasts bulging and compressed to create a deep crease of cleavage. Lucinda’s body was encased in some sort of spider-web inspired garment, sheer translucent patterns extending up to her neck and all the way down both arms. The costume's openings grew wider as they went up her torso, leaving her pert breasts largely uncovered. The women looked like two fuck-me athletes going at each other in a game of one- lickmanship, Lucinda’s face planted between Mira’s spread thighs, Mira’s face gorgeously twisted with pleasure.

I watched this unique dance as it took place more or less right above my straining cock, trying to fix its haunting beauty in my memory forever. Satisfied that I could recall every detail during masturbation someday, I gently drew my legs out from beneath them, and stealthily left the bed, positioning myself where I could have a go at Lucinda’s swollen pussy from behind.

The sheer garments she wore covered most of her body, but her round ass and shining cunt were oh-so conveniently bare, her smooth flesh beckoning to me like twinkling lights on a landing strip. Whether by intention or grace, her rear was close enough to the bed’s edge that I could slide right in without even getting on the bed.

I approached slowly, almost in slow-motion, hearing the earlier commands in my mind over and over, and growing harder and harder with the anticipation of it all. Steadying the shaft of my cock with one hand, I aimed it straight and true, and without any preliminary touch of warning, made a sudden thrust, jamming myself deep inside of her.

“AAAHHHGODDD!” she screamed into Mira’s pussy, and I didn’t give her even a second to collect her wits. I pumped into her strong and fast, going fucking jackhammer on her, my abdomen rapidly slapping against her ass, her entire body bucking forward and back, her mouth and tongue obviously jamming against Mira’s pussy.

Both women began to pant and scream, but soon I could only hear Lucinda, her voice rising into a wail, her pussy reflexively clamping and unclamping around my pound-pole. The woman’s tunnel became wetter than wet, a slippery slidey glidey tight slit that I reamed and re- reamed.

I won’t even try to capture the sounds that poured out of Lucinda. She came before I did, her voice like that of some animal, and her orgasm seemed to light a brushfire inside of her, making her shove back against me with a kind of ass-fury, all to bury my pole in deeper and deeper. The sensations were wild and exquisite, and I came hard into her, feeling her quivering all around me, her voice never ceasing. Mira was coming too, I thought, her cries all a part of the mix, softer musical tones underlying Lucinda's hypno-wails of ecstasy.

It seemed as though the dynamics changed after that, like Lucinda’s body became the jackhammer, repeatedly pounding itself onto my dick. I thought she might never stop, but then she went limp, and toppled sideways, bending my rod to the left before I slipped out of her completely. She landed hard onto the floor, crumpled like a mind- fucked rag doll.

I managed to crawl onto the bed, and found one of Mira’s hands reaching for me. Planting my dick inside of her like a ship seeking a warm, wet port, we rocked my meat inside of here in a tight embrace, our deep breaths becoming long and rhythmic.

She fell asleep in my arms, one of her stockinged legs over my middle. I caressed her thigh, and smelled her, and wondered whether any woman could ever feel so right against me, and gradually drifted off, joining her in the world of dreams.

“It was my idea to begin with,” Mira explained later, lying on her back beside me. “I’ve had this fantasy for a long time, of doing a man with another woman.”

We were snuggled tight against one another, our breathing nearly matched, two lovers bathed in the heavy smells of three-way marathon sex. Lucinda still lay on the floor beside the bed, her compact body crumpled almost unnaturally, her breathing slow and steady. She looked like she might sleep for days, and need to avoid dancing for a week.

“Lucinda knew that you and I…”

“Yes," Mira answered. "She knew, even before I confessed. I’d brought up the idea before, of doing a man together. She didn’t seem so interested in the idea as an abstract, but when she learned that my secret lover was you… Well, everything changed. She started to push the idea back at me, and I mean she really pushed. Either she finds you incredibly attractive…”

“That must be it.”

“I won’t disagree, but I also wondered if she saw it as a way to get in a dig at Grace. You and Grace are so close, and, well... They’re on the outs, according to Lucinda.”

“I’ve heard.”

“Michael?”

“Yes?”

“Lucinda also said that you hypnotized her.”

“I hypnotized her, yes. Grace asked me to, and Lucinda wanted it.”

“She said that she asked to have more extreme orgasms. I thought she must be joking, and when i knew she wasn't, I thought it would be impossible. But… I’ve seen and heard for myself now. You did that for her, didn’t you? You used your new technique to help her to feel things in a special way.”

“Guilty. I wasn’t sure that it could work. Appearently, it did.”

“It was like she was… I don’t know… delirious with desire, and then delirious with sexual fulfillment. As good as all of this is — with you — I think I’m envious. I think… I think I want that, too.”

“Well…” I said, my spent dick suddenly beginning to grow hard again. “You weren’t susceptible to my technique, Mira.”

“Couldn’t we try again?”

“Of course,” I answered, changing the position of my body so she wouldn’t feel how hard the prospect made me. “We could try downstairs.”

“I’d really like to do that, Michael. If you could help me to feel what Lucinda felt…”

This was too good. I thought I’d have to lie, cheat or steal to lead her down this path, and here she was almost begging for it. “We could try,” I answered. “It might help the technique to succeed this time, that you want it to work so badly. No promises, but…”

“There’s a catch,” Mira whispered.

“A catch?”

“I want to feel all of that passion with… Taylor.”

Screeeeetch!

“I want you to try to do that for me, Michael. My marriage… It’s obviously not going to work out, not without help. I feel things, with you, but I need to feel them with my husband. You… understand that, right?”

I started to say something, but couldn’t. Good Mira was addressing me, and what she wanted was so far away from my plans that my thoughts were misfiring.

“I know what I’m asking,” she said. “I know… how much of a sacrifice it would be for you.”

My eyes reflexively surveyed the rich landscape of her incomparable body, lying there next to me.

“It will be a sacrifice for me, too,” she continued. “I have this… wild side, I think, that craves the intrigue of all of this. But I need to grow up. Not instantly… I’ll still make love to you, tonight, and tomorrow, and Friday. But after Taylor returns on Saturday… Please don’t hate me for needing this, Michael. We’ll have this window of time to do everything we want to do together, and we’ll enjoy it. Then…”

“We’ll always have Paris?”

‘Something like that, yes.”

I remained silent, a host of contradictory thoughts and emotions surging through me. She was asking me to behave like a therapist, rather than a sex fiend.

“I’m going to make us some tea, or coffee if you’d like,” she said, rising from the bed. I stared at her legs in motion, and the curvature of her ass, and the way her breasts filled out the bustier just right. She was so lithe, and light on her feet, her physical grace evident in even the slightest of movements. She draped an off- white bathrobe over her sex costume and stopped at the threshold of the door, looking back to regard me.

Could I give up a woman like Mira Cassidy? It wasn’t a choice between sex and no sex — I’d have Rosita, begging to fuck me every which way every Tuesday night at the least, and she was a great-looking woman, with wet-dream tits. I should be able to let go of Mira. I should be able to find it in myself to do as she asked.

“Make coffee for me,” I said. “But don’t drink any. Your body should be quite relaxed right now, and let’s keep it that way, to give the method the best chance.”

“You’ll do it?”

“Downstairs,” I answered, seeing Lucinda’s half-destroyed form out of the corner of my eye. “We’ll give it a shot, Mira. And I’m hopeful. I believe the technique will work this time.”

I saw several emotions sweep through her lovely features, and then she ran forward, leaning over me to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

“I love you, Michael,” she whispered with moist eyes, and then she kissed me again. This time — ironic as it was — I believed her, and wondered if I might love her, too.

I wore nothing but my pants as Mira lay before me on the oversized living room couch, her head propped upon an ornately patterned throw pillow. I led her through her body as I had in my office, and she succumbed to the method splendidly, just as before.

“What do you feel between your legs, Mira?” I asked.

“Ohhhhhhh… So… happy…”

“You love to make love to Michael, don’t you?”

“Ohhhyesss…”

“But you really want to stop, to make your marriage work?”

“M…mostly.”

“But not entirely.”

“I… also want Michael.”

This was her reality. How much of it belonged to good or bad Mira, or even to the presence of the earlier immersion suggestions, didn’t really matter. This was her reality, and I knew mine. I stood over her, and slowly surveyed every curve of her fabulous form. Her legs might be the most perfect I'd ever seen, the rest of her body not even half a step behind. It struck me how her facial features didn’t even need to be animated for it to appear that she was being flirtatious. The woman looked like she had been poured out of a bottle labeled “To Make You Hard”, and I had already taken several sips.

How much of it was just her being as she was, and the way that seemed to bore holes right into me? Did I even care, whether it was my heart that wanted things this way, versus my mind or my dick? It seemed to me that all facets of my psyche were operating in their own ways, dictating the way forward. I was following my heart, possibly. I was following my dick, definitely. I was acceding to reality, and surrendering to the inevitable. I kept thinking that I should have a choice, and perhaps one existed that I couldn’t find, or get to. But right there, right then, there was no choice. There really wasn’t.

“Follow this voice, Mira.”

“Follow…”

“Yes, follow Michael’s voice, to the deepest and most open place within yourself. You will follow Michael’s instructions, do you understand?”

“Follow… Michael…”

“You will make love to your husband when he returns, and you will enjoy it.”

“Enjoy… Taylor…”

“You will make love to Taylor when he returns, and you will enjoy it. You will have the best sex you’ve ever had with Taylor when he returns."

"Mmnnn... Taylor... Good sex..."

"Twice. Only on two occasions, Mira.”

“Only… twice?”

“You will be hopeful that it can feel like that again and again, but your sexual feelings for Taylor will revert, becoming as they have been. Two special times, and then only normal. Do you understand?”

“T…twice. Then… normal.”

“You will feel that Michael has helped you all that he can. You will feel that Michael was so kind, to try to help. And you will never stop wanting Michael. Even when having very good sex with your husband those two times, you will feel a craving for Michael’s cock. You will crave Michael’s hard cock, now and always.”

“C…crave…”

“Like an addiction. You will never stop craving Michael’s cock. You need it. You need to fuck Michael. Life is not right… You are not right, without fucking Michael.”

“Uh!”

“You need Michael’s hard cock. You will need to find ways to have Michael’s cock more frequently, without slipping up. Taylor must never know of your desperate need for Michael’s cock. No one — not Lucinda, not other friends — no one but you and Michael will know about your terrible, unquenchable need for his cock. Do you understand?”

“Uhh… But…”

“Follow this voice, Mira. Follow Michael’s voice.”

“Follow… Michael…”

“You will tell no one about your desperate need for Michael’s cock.”

“Tell… no one…”

"You are free to try to make your marriage work, but you are not free from your craving for Michael’s cock. You will never be free from your lust for Michael’s cock, because only Michael’s cock can give you the best orgasms of your life. You need to fuck and suck Michael.”

“Fuck… suck…”

“Michael loves your body, and your body will respond with lust whenever Michael stares appreciatively at you, or tells you how beautiful you are. You will need Michael’s hands and lips and tongue on your beautiful body, Mira. You will always need to fuck Michael. Always, Mira. Do you understand?”

“Yes! Michael! I… need!”

“Fucking Michael will fill you with unimaginable bliss. Fucking Michael is the most fulfilling feeling in the world. Whatever else happens in your life, you will need to feel that unimaginable bliss, and it can only come from fucking Michael, and pleasing him with your beautiful body.”

“Yes! Oh please… this body is for Michael!”

“You will always have a blissful orgasm when you fuck Michael. Michael’s tongue sets your nipples on fire. Michael’s hard cock sets your pussy ablaze.”

“Oh! Michael! Please! Pleeeasse!”

“If too much time goes by without fucking or sucking Michael’s cock, you will feel a terrible emptiness in your pussy and soul. A deep, terrible emptiness.”

“No!”

“Yes. And the only way to erase that feeling of emptiness is by fucking Michael. Only his hard cock can help you with that deep sense of emptiness.”

“Uhhh!”

“What do you feel without Michael’s cock, Mira?”

“So… empty…”

“What do you want, and need, Mira?”

“Michael’s cock!”

“How long will you need Michael’s cock, Mira?”

“Always!”

I felt like I could go on and on, but my dick was ready to explode and this was essentially all that I wanted. Whether good Mira or bad Mira was in charge, she would feel the same thing. She would need to fuck me, period, and there was no escaping it. Now, all I needed to do was set up the transition back to consciousness.

“When you awaken in a few minutes, you will feel hopeful about working things out with your husband. You will be grateful to Michael, and you will want to reward him, by making love to him as often as possible before your husband returns. You will feel an intense desire to make love to Michael almost as soon as you awaken, and you will suck his cock while he eats your pussy. You will have an especially intense orgasm, Mira. It will feel like a life-changing event, and like a preview, of the kinds of orgasms you can have in the future with Michael. Do you understand?”

“Yesss… Oh please…”

“You really want to suck Michael’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Then slowly come out of your trance state, Mira. Come out and feel sexually reinvigorated, wanting to please Michael.”

I kneeled beside her, as though I’d been like that the entire time. Her breathing was smooth and steady as she lay there, and then her eyes blinked open. She turned her head towards me, her expression inquisitive.

“You got there this time,” I smiled. “It’s my professional opinion that we’re in business.”

She propped herself up on one elbow. “It feels like… I can almost feel it. Like I’ll… be better with him. Like I want that.”

“That’s… hopeful,” I answered, injecting some disappointment into my voice.

“Oh Michael… It’s almost amazing, what you’ve been willing to do for me.” She reached out, and caressed my cheek with the back of her hand. Her hand began to tremble as her head lowered, and she stared down towards my crotch, and my hard-on straining for her there. “We… still have the next three days,” she whispered. “Take your pants off, would you?”

I would, and did, as she simultaneously shed her robe, then untied some secret tie holding her bustier together. Her breasts surged free as the skimpy garment fell away. Unsnapping the straps affixed to her stockings, her body seemed to scream at me, like every curve had its own Siren voice, its own way to make me want to drool. Her body prepared for sex, she leaned forward, brushing my cheeks with her breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, and I could see the words immediately affect her blood-flow, the flesh above her breasts flushing, her nipples jutting forward almost in fast-motion. “Giving you up is going to be so hard,” I complained.

“I’m… here right now,” she answered, her breathing going haywire. She looked down at her breasts as though feeling their presence in a new way, one of her hands brushing against her pussy. She hissed, her entire body trembling. “Oh God… Did you… make it so I’ll come differently?”

“I repeated the same suggestions I gave to Lucinda,” I half-lied. “There’s no guarantee, but…”

“I think… I can already feel that, too,” she breathed. “Oh God, I’m… so hot…”

I stared at her breasts, then lowered my eyes to her legs, my admiration obvious.

“Oh! Ohhhh… T…take my place on the sofa,” she urged, getting up. Her pussy leaned in to press against my forehead. “I want… No, I… I need to thank you. I really want to thank you, Michael.”

Her pussy felt like wet fire against my flesh. She bent her legs and slid a juicy trail down my face to my waiting mouth. We shifted our bodies, Mira positioning herself backwards over top of me, and it didn’t take any time at all for her to start flicking at my pulsing pole with her tongue. She spread her thighs as wide as they could go, her right leg bent beside me on the sofa, her left leg planted on the hardwood floor.

The results were amazing, right from the first. Every touch of my tongue had her hips jerking as though electric current ran through me to her, and her little cries were louder, her breaths more like great gasps. The way she swallowed my dick changed as well, her lips greedily pressing in, her tongue not only active, but fervent. It felt as though her mouth held twice as much saliva as before, the walls of her cheeks super-slippery. I groaned into her cunt as she sucked me deeper into her mouth, and practically down her throat.

“Mmmmmnnn! Mmmmmnnn!” she sounded into me as I licked, and dabbed, and twirled my tongue around her stiff clitoris. Mira’s pussy looked so swollen, like that of a true bitch in heat, her sensitive flesh expanding to provide more opportunities for electric contact.

She fucking hummed me, my dick nearly in shock. I came a moment before she did, exploding deeper within her mouth than ever before. I groaned from the delicious, devious beauty of it all, my release seeming to make her feel even hotter. Her pussy pressed hard against my mouth with surprising force, as though she was trying to merge with the underlying bone. I kept wiggling my tongue inside of her but I had the impression that it didn’t even matter what I did anymore. She was poised to erupt from the pressure of the commands within — my lips and tongue might be acting as the lit fuse, but the power came more from my words than my deeds.

And then she lost it, my wet dick slipping out of her gaping mouth, her cries rising in volume and pitch until they extended beyond her vocal range, making her mute. The pussy pressed hard against my face seemed to become a sweltering cave with a river running through it, and Mira’s body vibrated above me, the whole sofa shaking. Time stretched, as though her orgasm took place at the crest of a high steep arc, momentarily free of gravity. She almost appeared frozen, the inner tension shutting the normal functioning of her body down as all within her that created pleasure switched on.

Her heat left my face and I thought she was pushing herself up. Instead, she toppled sideways, landing on her back on the floor. When I looked down, her eyes were wide in bliss or shock, her mouth gaping even wider. Eventually she gulped in air, her head writhing side to side.

I joined her on the floor, my knees to either side of her abdomen. Her breathing was deep but rapid, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling below me. Her legs kept wiggling behind me, and the expression suffusing her features could only be described as astonishment, shifting every now and then to even greater astonishment.

My dick, having soldiered on through Rosita’s lust the night before, and now Lucinda and Mira, hung mostly depleted into the shallow valley leading up to Mira’s tits. She raised her head to gaze at it, and the quality of need in her eyes performed a small miracle upon me, the softening of my cock halting.

Mira reached for it, her fingers stroking the underside. Silently, as though on a mission, she adjusted her body to bring her mouth into play again, urging me towards renewed hardness.

The strength seemed to have largely left her body; nevertheless she pulled her legs up, surrounding me and then rolling us over. Somewhere in the transition from me on top to me entering her needy greedy cunt from behind, she whispered into my ear: “I’m going to need… a whole lot of this before Saturday.”

I’m not Superman, but it’s amazing how a cock can become a cock of steel, from knowing that her needs could never be plotted on a calendar. Mira would need me before this Saturday, and every day extending as far as the eye could see. I felt like I kept growing harder and harder inside of her, every thrust, every gasp from her stunned lips, like a shout from a mountaintop, echoes of the commands reverberating through her.

She is my fuck-toy now, I thought I could hear. Her conscious mind didn’t know it, and the beautiful thing was that it didn’t matter. Mira held the key to my house, and perhaps the keys to a potion of my heart. But I now had the keys to her pussy firmly in hand, just as I had dreamed since first meeting her.

Good Mira, bad Mira... Whatever. In all the ways I cared about right then, all of her was mine.