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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, hornyhousewife] 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 and wank he thinks and cums in his hand!

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