A literotic sexstories: Mind controlled Janice Pt. 18 by janicegoodall ,
Mind controlled Janice meets Matt and Linda on the allotment for passionate sex.
Most of my fellow gardeners were very friendly, they were mainly men but there were a few women as well. It was the women I was interested in, I was always a randy bugger, and had not had sex for a year.
I tried my chats on Linda who was supposedly the allotment boss but I received a quick put down from that lass. She would have done for me blonde, skinny aged in her early 60s I guessed.
A few plots away from me was Emma a lovely looking lass, she was tall, slim, blonde with a golden look to her skin. She talked very slowly and clearly pronouncing each word as though it was a pleasure to say it. As a professional gardener I was really struck by the condition of her allotment plot, it was weed free, all her vegetables planted in neat rows and growing well. She seemed to be present on her plot everyday. She spent most of each day chatting to other plot holders who seemed to call on her for advice or for a gossip over a cup of tea that was brewed on a small camping stove. I rapidly came to the conclusion that Emma was running the allotment not the woman Linda or other committee members.
There was one bully on the allotment called Nick Holmes and he seemed scared of Emma.
I rapidly became friends with Emma she had an aura around her that made everyone feel at ease in her presence. The only time that changed was the one time I was there when Nick Holmes called on her, it was like cold wind suddenly enveloped her I could feel it in the air between them. What ever it was the Holmes man had come to say he did not say it that icy aura drove him away sudden like. Emma with her aura was unlike anyone else I had ever met, she had a power around her.
I would arrive at my plot 8am sharp whatever the weather and Emma would already be there before me and we would spend half an hour gossiping over a cup of tea or coffee.
Sometimes when we were talking I felt as though she was inside my head guiding my thoughts and our conversation, it was an unusual sensation.
One day she had a new greenhouse delivered and I offered to help her erect it and glaze it. The day was hot, however we soon had the frame bolted together. It was hot work made easier by Emma’s strength, she was only thin but lifting the pieces of framework seemed like no effort to her. We spent the best part of the day assembling the greenhouse and moving some trestle tables into it.
The next day Emma came over to my plot and nodded towards a plump woman probably in her mid 50s who was walking towards her plot.
“She will do you,” Emma commented to me.
“What?” I asked.
“You are feeling horny and need women to shag, well she will do whatever you want,”
“Ow do you know that?”
“Because I will tell her to, my brother Mea has made most of the people his mind control puppets and I have the power to command them, it is the power we have over people, she will think having sex with you is perfectly normal, enjoyable and it will not cause any problems as she will not remember anything afterwards.”
At my age I had become sceptical of people making wild promises but I could feel in my mind that she could do it.
“I know Linda Lee turned you down, well as a thank you for helping with the greenhouse tomorrow Linda and Janice will come to your shed wearing whatever you want and you can shag them both!”
The next day Janice turned up at my plot wearing shorts and a white round neck t-shirt, no bra, just as I had requested.
“Why don’t yer take yer top off lass, let the sun get at yer titties? She looked towards me and smiled,
“What ever you want Matt,” she peeled her top off and stood topless in the middle of my plot.
”Come and sit down on my lap lass” I called sitting on a chair outside my shed.
“Oooh, Matt,” she said, before sitting sideways on my lap.
Janice felt his arm go round her bare waist and enjoyed how he was staring at her bare breasts.
“Must say lass, its nice having a wench on me lap again, its bin a long time, “ and put his other hand on her thigh. His hand was soon disappearing up the leg of her shorts. Now his fingers had reached her pussy and were trying to find their way in, he wasn’t wasting anytime.
“Yer pussy’s all wet. Open yer legs! This man didn’t ‘ask’ it was an order. Janice for some strange reason, found that being ‘told’ what to do, a turn on, she did not know it was her mind control. She had a quick look round the allotments there was still no one else in sight. So she slipped her one leg off his lap and gave him room to reach his target. His finger went straight in, it made her gasp out loud.
“Whooo! Yer got a nice wet cunt here lass,” he said, as he started finger fuckin her. “Yer want it bad, don’t yer?” She didn’t answer him; she just stared straight ahead with a glazed expression on her face. He withdrew his now sopping wet finger, and started to rub her clit with it. “ANSWER ME LASS! Yer want it bad, don’t yer?”
“ Y,yes!”
“ YES WHAT!”
“ YES SIR! “ I want it bad. He withdrew his hand from inside her shorts and took his arm from around her waist.
“STAND UP!” He ordered. She did as she was told and got a not too gentle smack across her arse.
“GO IN THE SHED!” He knew she was like a bitch on heat. He followed her into his shed, and while he was locking the door from the inside, she stood up next to the window with her back to the wall. Janice stared up at the inside of the shed roof while he gave her tits a good going over, in fact, the ‘full’ treatment. They were mauled, kissed, licked and sucked, and her nipples were squeezed, pinched and rolled between his finger and thumb. She felt pleasure between her thighs, her pussy was aching for attention. He must have read her mind, when he’d finished mauling her breasts; his hand went straight down inside the front of her shorts.
“Open yer legs again lass!” Again she did as she was told; she could feel her juice’s trickling down her inner thighs. He soon found her hole again. “God! Yer dripping wet lass.” She knew he was right, she wanted it, NOW! And he knew that. He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her away from the shed side towards his workbench, then stood facing her.
“Get yer shorts off!” He ordered. She looked into his lustful eyes as she started to undo the buttons, then just let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood facing him, Naked, apart from her trainers. He gave her a good look up and down, and then a faint smile crossed his face as he said- “Its bin a long time for me lass, are yer ready for a Fuckin?” She blushed and looked down at the floor as she replied rather meekly.
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“ Yes Sir! I’m ready for a Fucking.”
“That’s better!” Then he took a large cushion from the chair by the door and placed it at the front of the bench in the centre. “Stand with yer front up against the cushion!”
“Yes Sir!”
“Now bend right forward over cushion, grab far side of bench with both hands, then spread yer legs…cushion
When in position, she could feel the heat of the sun on the backs of her legs and her arse as it streamed through the window. Strangely, her thoughts at this moment were that no one walked passed the shed and looked through the window, to see her like this. Then her mind quickly returned to what was happening ‘inside’ the shed. She felt both his hands, gently stroking her inner thighs, at the top of the stroke just brushing her pussy. Surprisingly, his touch was so light and gentle it sent electric waves through the whole of her nervous system. By the angle of his hands, she suspected he was kneeling down behind her. Then equally gently, he caressed her bottom with both hands. Although his hands felt quite rough in texture, that just seemed to add to the erotic sensation that she felt. This arse of yours lass, he said, has been playing havoc with my cock. Then he pulled her buttocks apart, and she felt his face pressing hard against her, as his tongue licked at her moist pussy lips. As she lay there, bent over the bench, she focused her eyes on the calendar hanging up a few feet in front of her, on which was a photo of a nude female. She murmured softly as his tongue gently explored every part of her genitalia. Then, after a good minute, she felt his face leave her. His finger then took over from his tongue; she felt it stroking her wet lips. Her eyes opened wide then, as it pushed between her lips and entered her. And without stopping, it continued up inside her, as far as it would go.
“Oh yes!” She cried, as his finger slid up and down. Then he removed his sopping wet digit and used it to rub her clit.
“Are yer ready for it now lass?”
“YES, YES, SIR!”
She heard him stand up and undo the buckle on his belt. She wanted to turn her head to see what his ‘equipment’ was like, but she didn’t. She would know soon enough. She felt the swollen end of his cock stroking her lips as he covered it in her juice ready for penetration. It felt nice. Then she felt it pushing against her, gently at first, and then harder, but it wasn’t going in. And ‘she’ desperately wanted it in. He must have a very large cock she thought to herself. She opened her legs as wide as she could and stuck her bottom up towards him as far as she possible could. She was unashamedly demanding to be fucked! At last, she felt it slip inside her after stretching her lips, and it continued to stretch her as it made its way up, she didn’t know yet, how long it was, but she’d never had one this ‘thick’ before. It was a good job that she was very wet; otherwise this would have been extremely painful for her. She bit her lip hard, as she felt herself being penetrated, she guessed she had taken at least six or seven inches so far, how much more had he got? She didn’t think she could take much more. Then she felt his testicles touch her, so she knew there couldn’t be much more, but he still managed another inch. She sighed with relief as he started to withdraw, Then the pumping action started, slowly at first.
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