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Slut-Maker (mc, m/F, anal)

by xpost@hotmail.com

*******

Please don't read this story if you're under 18, 21 or the applicable 
age in your part of the world. Thanks.

Any comments would be appreciated, and positive feedback would provide 
incentive to continue writing.

*******

I really can't help it. I can influence others' minds completely, and 
their bodies to some extent by way of their minds. It's understandable 
that I use my ability for my own pleasure.

Not selfish pleasure, though. Not entirely selfish. Believe me, every 
one of my "victims" thoroughly enjoys what he or she undergoes.

Take Melissa Stevens. Mrs. Stevens is a 32 year-old housewife in a 
lovely suburb of a nameless city. Her husband is a doctor. The 
Stevenses live in an upscale neighborhood and have no children.

Mrs. Stevens usually busies herself with volunteering or doing work 
for the church or playing tennis at the racquet club. Summer's just 
begun, though, so today she's enjoying her first sunbathing session in 
the backyard by the pool.

Mrs. Stevens has a stunning figure. She should - she works out plenty. 
She's of mixed descent: She has ancestors from Africa, Polynesia and 
India; their blood has combined to create a gorgeous creature with a 
killer body, an exotic face and curly, flowing dark hair. Tanning 
won't do much for Mrs. Stevens' dark skin, but she's not worried about 
looking good, because she knows she does - just feeling good.

Today Mrs. Stevens has put on an awfully skimpy bikini. All of her 
swimsuits are revealing - she doesn't even own a one-piece - but this 
one is a little black number with spaghetti ties and a thong back that 
could pass for thick dental floss. It's a new suit. Mrs. Stevens 
picked it up yesterday at the mall without really thinking about it. 
(Well, I confess: It was my idea.)

Mrs. Stevens is stretching onto her chaise longue. There's a bottle of 
suntan oil on the table beside her; she set it out earlier today, so 
it's warm from the sun now. She opens the bottle and lets the oil drip 
onto her palm. She starts rubbing the oil over her arms, her shoulders 
and neck, her legs and belly. She sets the bottle down, lies back and 
closes her eyes.

And she abruptly opens her eyes, sits up and reaches for the bottle. 
She needs more oil. More warm oil. She needs to put it on her hand...

...and when there's a warm pool of suntan oil in her palm, Mrs. 
Stevens drops the bottle, lies back and closes her eyes again, and 
quickly slides her hand down to the itsy-bitsy crotch of her swimsuit. 
And her hand slips inside her swimsuit bottom and coats her pubic hair 
and sweaty pussy lips with suntan oil.

Mrs. Stevens likes sex. She likes sex quite a bit. And the backyard is 
surrounded by a high fence, so she shouldn't have to worry about 
anyone seeing her. But she's never had the urge to masturbate outside, 
out in the open, out where someone *could* see her. Not until today. 
She's not sure what's come over her. Not sure why she's suddenly so 
horny. Why she suddenly feels naughty, nasty -

[like a kinky little slut]

- and not sure at all where that thought came from! She is not, has 
never thought of herself as a -

[bad whore - slippery piece of fuckmeat]

- no! She doesn't like this at all. She doesn't like these nasty 
thoughts that are invading her head. She doesn't like that her hand 
and fingers are moving at double-speed, pressing on her clit and 
slipping up her hole; and that the oil spread over her cunt has formed 
a greasy compound, mixed with her own wetness.

[slippery slut, ready for fucking - ready for eating - nasty, 
masturbating bitch-in-heat]

Mrs. Stevens is still struggling with these thoughts, so foreign a few 
minutes ago, but becoming oh-so-familiar with frightening rapidity. 
She is so busy trying to convince herself that she's not

[a randy, tight, walking hole - a cum disposal - a happy, horny 
housewife]

that she doesn't notice that now both her hands are inside her 
swimsuit, rubbing on her wetness, getting slicker by the instant. And 
when her second hand is slippery enough, it moves up, to her  
itty-bitty top, and inside, to her not-so-itty-bitty titty. It 
squeezes and rubs and pulls on her titty and nipple, smearing pussy 
juice all over it.

Mrs. Stevens fights, but finally, her mind buckles. It gives in, gives 
up to the nasty, naughty, penetrating thoughts. She is a wanton whore. 
She is so wet, large droplets of the oily compound - by now, 
consisting mostly of her own cunt cream - are forming on her innermost 
thighs and actually splashing through the slits in the chaise longue 
onto the concrete. She flips over and gets on all fours on the chaise 
longue, so that she can grind her nipples through her swimsuit top 
against the plastic chair while her hand stays inside her swimsuit 
bottom, alternately poking darting fingers into her pussyhole and 
sliding them gently but quickly into her happy bottom. Mrs. Stevens 
was not a big fan of anal stimulation until her recent revelation that 
she was an

[ass slut - anal whore - anal girl - butt slut - good buttfuck girl]

- among other things.

Mrs. Stevens likes sex. She likes sex quite a bit. She likes sex with 
anything that moves. She likes fucking. Sucking. She likes sex with 
her husband. With other men. With young boys.

[teacher slut]

She *is* a teacher slut. She wants to teach a young boy how to fuck. 
How to fuck her pussy well. How to eat her and lick her and feed her 
cum.

Conveniently for Mrs. Stevens - although, I must confess, not 
coincidentally - Kyle Kerbaugh is watching her from his upstairs 
window next door. Kyle is 14. Kyle has thought of ramming his dick 
into Mrs. Stevens' pussy plenty of times since he started jerking off. 
Kyle's hard-on is just about ready to explode just from watching Mrs. 
Stevens' performance.

These things make Kyle much easier to manipulate than Mrs. Stevens. 
It's simple to get Kyle to leave his room, go downstairs, go outside 
and walk through the Stevenses' unlocked front door and back to the 
pool. When he gets there, he slips out of his clothes in seconds. Mrs. 
Stevens doesn't see him, as she's still on all fours on the chaise 
longue with her back to the house.

Kyle approaches the moaning pussy- and ass-fingering Mrs. Stevens. 
She's whispering to herself now, while she frigs herself: "Good girl, 
good teacher, good slut. Good boy - fuck me... eat... eat... eat..."

Her ass is in the air. Kyle has dropped to his knees behind it. His 
boner is firm and curving upward. It would have exploded by now under 
normal circumstances, but I've latched onto his brain and forbidden it 
to let that happen.

Kyle is hungry. He's hungry for ass. Luckily, it's on the menu. He 
leans forward, puts his palms on Mrs. Stevens asscheeks, hooking the 
thong of her suit with a thumb. She gasps at about the same moment his 
lips and tongue connect with her greasy, tight butt hole.

(I may be depraved. I experience a rich thrill, knowing that this 
boy's first sexual experience - before a kiss, before holding hands, 
before anything - is to devour this sexpot's delectable asshole.)

Mrs. Stevens is at least as thrilled as I am. She croons and turns her 
head to see Kyle feasting away. He dances his tongue around her 
asshole, and then pokes it eagerly but slowly inside, trying to draw 
out all the flavor he can. She groans. He's French-kissing her ass. 
She whimpers. She turns into the teacher slut she wants to be.

"Good, Kyle, good," she says. "Get it way up there. Assfuck me with 
your tongue. Get it so juicy-wet up there, so cocks can fit inside."

He eats her butt for at least ten minutes. He lets his tongue slide 
over and over down to her juicy, hot pussyhole. Mrs. Stevens wants to 
rub her clit, but she feels too good to move. She wants to bring 
herself off, but she can't. That will come later, I've decided.

Every so often, an ounce or so of resistance will pop up in Mrs. 
Stevens' head, asking questions like, "Should a 14-year-old boy be 
sucking on my ass?" Before she can answer herself, though, I nudge her 
a little, mentally. All it takes is a nudge - she's so hot and 
depraved by now, I just have to take her mind off the question for an 
instant, knock her off-balance, and Kyle's tongue or lips touch a new 
spot, and she replies to herself with a mental scream: "YES! YES, HE 
SHOULD! HE NEEDS TO LEARN TO BE MY SLUT-BOY!"

And then she'll say aloud, in a heavy, breathy voice, "Good... good 
slut-boy. Eat that tight ass. Eat it up."

She thinks of how good this feels. She thinks of her husband, the 
handsome Dr. Stevens. 

She wishes she had his cock pushing and pulling in and out of her 
now-gooey wet asshole.

She wishes Kyle were sucking her at the same time, like he is now.

She... she wishes she could watch Kyle getting Dr. Stevens' dick ready 
for her, lubing it up with his mouth.

She wishes Dr. Stevens would make them both - her and Kyle - kneel in 
front of him and give him head for an hour, swallowing his stick, 
sucking his balls, licking his rosebud asshole.

She wishes the two men - Dr. Stevens and Kyle - would lean against a 
wall, legs spread, and tell her to eat both their asses.

Mrs. Melissa Stevens wants all these things to happen. They will - I 
like to make sure everyone I use has his or her fantasies fulfilled, 
even if I instilled the fantasies within them.

For now, she has other things to think about. Kyle is done using his 
tongue on Mrs. Stevens. It's almost numb now, he's been working it so 
furiously. He pulls back; she turns over on the chaise longue, per my 
silent request. She looks at him, and there's some serious wanting in 
her eyes. She's murmuring, "Good boy... good boy... teach you how to 
treat pussies right... how to use your cock..." - but the way she's 
looking at him, she seems more like a horny schoolgirl now, just 
introduced to nasty fun and hungry for more of it. She almost looks 
like she's begging.

Kyle grunts and leans forward. He pulls off her bikini bottoms, pushes 
his face into her sopping sex one more time and lets a long, firm lick 
trail up her cuntlips, tease her hole and graze her clit.

Then he moves farther forward. He pulls off her top, which is almost 
falling off by now anyway. He crams his face and mouth against Mrs. 
Stevens' tits, nuzzling on them and getting his tongue all over them.

Kyle has kissed asshole, pussy and tit now, before ever actually 
kissing a girl. He finishes with Mrs. Stevens' breasts and moves up. I 
almost still don't want him to kiss her, just so he can get his 
tastebuds on cock and balls and a man's tight ass before his first 
kiss too. But I think it's important that Mrs. Stevens suck on a 
tongue that's been in her most intimate places. And she wants so badly 
to kiss this boy, to kiss him and beg him to fuck her.

She's been so good so far, I have to let her. So Kyle plunges his 
tongue into her mouth and they kiss; and they kiss for a long time, 
and whenever they take a breath, Kyle can hear Mrs. Stevens 
whispering, "I'm a slut, I'm a horny, helpless slut... fuck me... 
slutslutslutslutslut...fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

Kyle is happy to oblige. As I said, he's much easier to manipulate - 
he'd do this without mental coercion. He might not, though, decide to 
fuck Mrs. Stevens in the ass - at least not this first time - without 
some suggestion.

It's pretentious, but I often like to maintain some sort of theme when 
I'm playing with subjects. So I think it's important that since Kyle's 
first kiss was Mrs. Stevens' ass, he not lose his virginity the 
traditional way either. I think it's fair, too, that since Kyle spent 
so long getting Mrs. Stevens' asshole slippery, he be allowed to reap 
the fruits of his labor.

Kyle's cock really is a rich purplish by now. If it weren't for the 
mental restraint I put on him, he would have spurted come long before 
he even made it across the backyard to Mrs. Stevens. He won't have to 
wait long, though.

He stands up, shows his dickmeat to Mrs. Stevens. It's not so big - 
he's only a 14-year-old boy, after all - but it's so rigid and purple 
and ready that she gasps. Nasty thoughts flash through her head faster 
than she can figure them out - she just knows how dirty they are and 
how much that turns her on: She wishes she could prepare Kyle's cock 
with her mouth; she wishes her husband were doing the preparing; she 
wishes Kyle had a roomful of friends she could teach like this; she 
wishes-

She feels Kyle's cockhead where his tongue had been - on her asshole. 
Her legs are spread; her hands are kneading her tits and pulling her 
nipples. She slides forward a bit, to make this easier for Kyle.

(And in case you're wondering, there is no way these two folks could 
assfuck on a chaise longue under typical circumstances. I'm keeping 
them in balance. I don't mind doing things like that if it makes 
things more picturesque.)

Kyle fucks her ass. He fucks her hard in the ass. She moans. There's 
one last flicker of resistance from her (I trace it back to its source 
and discover it comes from her husband's being the only man she's ever 
had anal sex with, until now) when it occurs to her that this is the 
first time she's ever been unfaithful to her marriage vows. I crush - 
I mean, *crush* - that resistance with an immense wall of thought: IT 
WON'T BE THE LAST. SHE IS A SLUT NOW...

...and her husband won't mind anyway, because they'll both be 
practicing this lifestyle, at least for a while.

Kyle groans and grunts and sticks her ass with his dick. Mrs. Stevens' 
rubs two fingers on her clit, masturbating lewdly, more lewdly than 
she ever has when she's alone. The two of them aren't even 
concentrating on each other anymore - all they're thinking of is 
depraved, nasty pleasure and how much they want it.

After not a very long time, Mrs. Stevens presses down particularly 
firmly on her clit and starts moaning, almost in surprise: She has 
achieved orgasm. She begins to buck and shudder, and she lets her 
middle finger drop into her slipperier-than-ever pussyhole, so that 
she can feel the fingerfuck as she comes.

The contractions rippling through Mrs. Stevens' body - it *is* the 
most powerful orgasm she's ever had, believe me - set Kyle off, 
naturally. I flick away the restraint I placed on him (if I didn't, 
he'd suffer physiological and psychological damage), and sticky blasts 
of goo stream out of Kyle's cock and deep into Mrs. Stevens' inner 
recesses. He pulls out and enough semen remains for him to jet a 
cumshot on Mrs. Stevens' inner thighs.

(A 14-year-old boy normally doesn't produce that much semen, but Kyle 
hasn't masturbated for over a week, per my orders, and his 
reproductive system has been working at increased capacity, also per 
my orders. As I said, I do what I can to make things picturesque.)

Mrs. Stevens and Kyle's actual fuck-session lasted less than five 
minutes. But that's OK. Melissa Stevens is still intensely horny, and 
now that she's more relaxed, I've given her more control. She's 
thinking of really teaching Kyle now. Being a dominatrix. Turning him 
into a good pet.

That will happen. Kyle is still horny too. He can't physically perform 
again yet, but he wants more anyway; he doesn't feel the return to a 
normal state-of-being that orgasm usually brings. He feels just as 
naughty as before - just not as hard.

Mrs. Stevens will take Kyle to her bedroom and begin instructing him. 
He'll learn quickly and well. He'll learn so well that, after a while, 
she'll be a nervous schoolgirl again, begging for fucking.

That cycle will repeat itself for several hours, until Dr. Stevens 
gets home, his mouth still aching and watering after a long day of 
providing all his patients, male and female, with a special extra 
service.

Dr. Stevens won't have come the whole day, though, so he'll be very 
horny and he'll need a pair of cum receptacles. He won't waste any 
time stripping his clothes off when he sees his wife and the neighbor 
boy; they won't waste any time taking care off his hard-on.

Things will happen so fast, actually, that none of them will have time 
to think about their new lifestyle. They'll just enjoy it and wait for 
whatever pleasure comes their way next. And until I decide otherwise, 
there will be a few more depraved sluts in the world - lucky sluts, 
who always get their way and whose fantasies always come true.

The way I want it to be.

*******

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