I squatted, putting my point of view on the same level as their two neatly positioned pussies, Denise’s juices running down and melding with Jordan’s. I straightened my legs again, and put my dick back into Jordan. I gave her half a dozen thrusts before switching over to Denise, and forth and so forth. At first the changes were a bit clumsy, but after a few tries I achieved a perfect rhythm as I effortlessly switched between fucking my sister and her ex-classmate.
“Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Matt! I’m cumming!” Jordan shouted.
“Me too! Me too! Motherffff-aaah!” Denise followed.
Then, I shoved my hot cock in between the two girls and thrust it with all my might back and forth in the midst of their unified juices, rubbing both their clits with the crown of my member. As the two beauties stiffened and moaned like never before I shot out a torrent of white sperm that stuck between their bellies and breasts as they rubbed against each other.
Denise rolled off of Jordan, revealing both of their cum-glazed stomachs. Their breasts were sticky with my semen, and they both stroked each other’s bodies with their fingers and coyly fed each other my cum.
They looked up to me and laughed.
“Well, I never thought that would happen.” Jordan said with a smile.
“How are you guys feeling?” I asked as I sat myself down on the floor.
“I feel freakin’ great!” Jordan said, gazing up to the ceiling, circling Denise’s nipple with her pinky.
“Me too.” Denise said dreamingly. “I feel absolutely fantastic. But…”
“But what, Dee?” I asked, distantly as I the climax had given my senses a good shove.
“Well, it’s just that now I’m worried that you and Jordan are going to do it more than I will.”
Jordan laughed. “Well, if Matt wants me to spread my legs for him in the future, I doubt I will say no. So ball’s in your court now, bro.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You got to take responsibility here and make sure Denise is satisfied, of course. Otherwise she may direct her affections elsewhere.”
“Oh, I don’t think there’s a big risk of that.” Denise assured her. “I don’t think anyone other than Matt is going to be able to satisfy me from now on.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. This did feel way better than it would have with someone else. Usually I need to be manhandled a little to cum this hard, but you,” she turned to me. “You were able to make me cum like crazy. You weren’t even rough or anything, no toys no nothing. Just vaginal, and yet this might have been the best orgasm I’ve had in… perhaps ever.”
“Well,” I mused. “Maybe you’re just perfectly compatible with me.”
“I don’t doubt for a second that I was made for you.” Denise said lovingly.
“Wow,” Jordan gasped. “Someone call the church, I think someone’s ready to get hitched. Which reminds me… what exactly is your relationship? How long have you two been doing this?”
This made me think. What exactly would the nature of our relationship be from now on? Would I make Denise and Jordan my girlfriends? Sex friends? Slaves? For some reason I though of Rose, and a part of me wanted to reserve to potential term ‘girlfriend’ for her. Before I could answer, however, Denise spoke instead.
“Well, Matt owns me.”
“What?” Jordan guffawed.
“This is the first time we’ve had sex, actually. We met last Friday and one thing lead to another. We made out, and I gave him a blowjob. And after that I just couldn’t get him out of my mind. So I came here, and I… I don’t know. I just wanted to see him. And if there was a chance I wanted to do this with him. I can’t explain it, but I’m his.”
“Like, literally?” Jordan wasn’t convinced. “Body and soul? He’s your master, is that what you’re telling me?”
“Well…” Denise said self-consciously and turned to me. “… are you?”
A day ago I wouldn’t have known how I would have reacted. Denise was a great girl, a kind person, and it felt somehow demeaning to reduce her to a possession. But this notion was only in her head because I had put it in there moments before Jordan entered the room. I had sent her the command that she belonged to me, not really thinking about what that meant. But it was just that. She belonged to me now, body and soul. Just like any other woman I wanted could.
“Yeah.” I said. “I am. Denise is mine, and mine alone. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” Denise said, blissful of having been accepted by me.
“And you’ll do as I say.”
“Of course.”
“Why don’t you show Jordan you’re serious? My cock’s drying up. Come clean off the cum, would you?”
“Yes, Master.” she said, smiling, with a soft and somewhat submissive tone. That word gave me the most sinister kick. I would never even have guessed.
She got on her knees in front of me and took my limp dick in her mouth, tenderly sucking and caressing it with her tongue. Jordan sat on the bed and watched.
“Holy shit.” she said. “You’re a sub!”
“And what about you?” I asked my little sister.
“Well, don’t get me wrong. I’m down for fucking whenever you are. I’ll drink your cum for breakfast. I’ll take your cock whenever and wherever you want, but I don’t think I’ll be calling you goshujin-sama anytime soon..” my nerdy little cocksucker of a sister told me.
“Fair, enough.” I said. “I did not get that reference, but I think I get your point.”
I didn’t need to make Jordan my slave too, I thought. She was willing to do it with me, and she was probably better off with a little spunk anyway. Besides, one obedient sex-slave should be enough for now.
I felt how my dick was getting harder, as Denise’s tongue dutifully licked the dried cum off of it. I could get used to this.
“I love you, Master.” she said, lovingly kissing the tip.
“I love you, too, Denise. My little slave.”
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As I woke up Monday morning, I dreamingly pictured how I could use my power for my personal gain. This wasn’t just sensual mind control, yet I had so far primarily used it for sex. It dawned on me, as I went to work in the city, that I could use this to set myself up for life. I would never have to work again. My whole life could be traveling, painting what I wanted, eating good food and having sex with beautiful women. I felt something that I don’t think any human being have ever truly felt, I realized that I could do absolutely anything with my life, unhindered.
But what about the women I had so far used my powers to influence? Denise was now practically my slave, and I had directly made it so that she wouldn’t be satisfied with any other man again. I could only hope that I could release her from my previous suggestions and commands, as keeping her this way for the rest of our lives wouldn’t be right. And, to be honest, I didn’t think I would want to keep any single woman forever. Unless this power would someday disappear, I would still be able to score twenty-year olds at the age of 70.
I would release them, eventually. For now, though, I was going to enjoy the events to come to the fullest.
As I sat on the train on my way to work, I felt something that I thought I’d had the last of. The aching in my head returned. At first it was subtle, but before I could get at the station close to the publishing house, it felt as if though my head was to explode. It hadn’t used my abilities since I ushered Jordan into my room the day before, that had been sometime between three and four pm. Now it was nine in the morning. I realized it was the longest I hadn’t used my powers, or been away from someone that I had used it on. Whenever I sent a suggestion into a person, I felt somehow connected to them. I could sense them, and I became more aware of them. During the weekend the aching had always come around the times I had used my abilities. I didn’t understand, did I need to relieve myself somehow? Did the ache appear if I didn’t exercise my abilities? I felt the urge to send something – anything – into someone – anyone – right now. I looked around on the train, and to my shock, I saw standing at the end of the cart, Troy – my sister Hannah’s is-he-isn’t-he boyfriend.
I needed to let myself go, needed to let something in my head out. I stayed in my seat, but looked intently on Troy, waiting for him to casually look my way. He was dressed like some rich kid fuck boy, white shirt and beige khaki shorts, large rimmed sunglasses and a backwards baseball cap. His eyes met mine, for just a second, and I decided to humiliate this asshole who dared touch my little sister.
You’re fucking incontinent
He looked up. He didn’t notice me. Suddenly an embarrassed expression formed on his face, and a dark spot appeared on his crotch. People started staring, and his face turned a deep red. As the train stopped at the station before mine, he ran off, covering his crotch with his hands. But he couldn’t run very well, because he was still peeing, and he was wearing fucking flip-flops.
My head immediately felt better.
I return from internet exile to continue the tale of Matt and his increasingly questionable use of his mind control powers!
Hello everyone! Dadachum is back! This chapter was taken down several months ago and I was banned and unable to even access the site from my IP addres. Now, however, I have returned and am more than anxious to continue these stories if there is still an interest in them!
Because I am no longer able to access my old account all coming stories will be added on this one. If you want to read my old stories, i.e. Malpractice chapter 1-4 you can still find them on Dadachum’s page. All coming stories, however, will be found on Neodadachum. But rest assured, I am still the same person. If the old account is for some reason removed alltogether, I will repost the old chapters on this account. Glad to be back!
PS. Because I’ve learned my lesson, Hannah will from this point onward be 18 years of age.
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