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I pressed down on the gas pedal, speeding faster than normal on my way home from work. God I was horny. I needed to get home to fuck my wife. It was a long day at work today. My boss’s boss had been shadowing me today looking for efficiencies in the company’s processes. She was so hot it had been difficult to focus all day. Mid 40s but slim with a huge rack. Surely they weren’t real. And of course her business casual shirt was lower cut than what should be professional. Anytime we had been at my desk reviewing documents she had been leaning over, almost throwing them in my face. I was rock hard most of the day, so near to excusing myself to jerk one out in the bathroom.

As I turned off the main road, onto the rural route leading to our home I was able to gun it some more. We had very few neighbors and most of them were old, and wouldn’t be out on the road in the evening. I kept imagining those tits in my face and how I would have loved to bury my face in them. My dick was pushing against my jeans wanting to burst out. I pulled into my driveway and noticed other cars there. Shit. The girls were all here. Our two older daughters were both in college the next city over, about an hour away. Why were they home on a Thursday? Our youngest daughter, Sarah, was still in high school but she never pays any attention to anything. I still could have grabbed my wife and gone for a quick romp while she was scrolling her phone.

I got out of the truck and took a minute to try to calm myself down. No way I’d be able to fuck her until later now. As I took some deep breaths and tried to think about other things a bright light hit me from above. “What the fuck?!” I yelled out. I looked to figure out what it was, trying to block a single source with my hand to see around it. But the light seemed to be coming from all over. It was so bright, and getting brighter. I closed my eyes, and a heat washed over my body. I dropped to my knees, unsure of what was happening.

Suddenly it was gone. I tentatively opened my eyes and search the sky. Nothing but stars. No noise to identify any kind of machine. I looked around and saw no scorch marks on anything from the heat I felt. That was so weird. Getting back to my feet I walked the area a bit to look for any additional signs. Nothing. I slowly headed for the door, startled for sure, my erection gone at least.

Opening the door I found my wife in the kitchen, the girls all hanging out, making dinner together. “Daddy!” Jennifer, the oldest, yelled.

“What the hell’s going on here?” I inquired.

Kelly answered, “Well, the school is planning remodeling next week during spring break. Turns out they wanted to start early so they canceled all classes tomorrow!” That’s when I noticed their bags laying around the room. I had forgotten spring break was next week. They’d be around a lot.

Oh well, their rooms were all upstairs and ours was down. Sex wasn’t off the table with them in the house. I went to change out of my work clothes and my sexual frustration started rising again as I got undressed. I thought about stepping into our bathroom and relieving myself but then I heard my wife Claire call out that dinner was ready. Ugh fine, I can make it through.

Sitting around the table was noisy. Sarah was glad her sisters were home and was paying more attention than normal, asking them all of the questions. Claire started regaling everyone with her college stories as well, which made me start remembering the way she looked when we met in college. Don’t get me wrong, she was sexy now, but she was a firecracker back then. Those thoughts weren’t helping my situation, that’s for sure. The volume of their talking and laughter was growing to an uncomfortable level. In my frustration I called out, “I wish everyone could stop talking until we were done eating!”

Immediate silence. I felt guilty right away and looked around. No one was staring at me, no one looked angry Everyone was just eating and not talking. I finished my meal in silence as well.

Afterwords the girls went to watch TV and Claire and I were cleaning up the table and kitchen. “I’m sorry about my outburst. I’ll tell the girls too. I was just getting overwhelmed.”

Claire looked at me puzzled. “What outburst?”

“What do you mean? When I asked everyone to be quiet?”

She laughed, “I know we were being loud, but you didn’t say anything about it. Were you thinking about it maybe? It was a great dinner!”

Now I was the one looking confused. “Sure. That must be it, maybe I was just imagining it. It was a long day.”

We all ended up in the living room watching TV. Claire had sat right up against me on the couch so that we would have seating for everyone. She laid her head on my shoulder and my hand was rubbing her leg. I was getting fidgety hoping the girls would say they were tired or would get bored of hanging out with us and go to be by themselves. But it felt like it was dragging on forever. Claire must have noticed because she whispered into my ear, “Is everything ok?”

I replied back quietly, “Yeah. I just wish the girls would head upstairs and give us some alone time.” As soon as I said the words all three girls stood up and started heading to the stairs. They were having a conversation as they ascended, laughing, no apparent care that they were just mindlessly leaving.

Claire laughed, “Well there you go. Do you want to get ready for bed? I’m tired too.”

My mind was reeling. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I can put puzzle pieces together when they share an edge like these two pieces did. I watched the girls reach the top of the stairs and disappear down the hallway. I swallowed and looked into Claire’s eyes.

“I wish you would suck my dick right here.” I held my breath, waiting for her to laugh in my face, or suggest heading to the bedroom. But none of that happened. She reached for my belt and undid it, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I lifted up to scoot them and my boxers down. My dick was had jumped to attention when her hands had started moving and it stood tall and free now. Once it was visible she bent down and immediately began giving me head.

Oh my god, what is happening?! Claire was good at this job, she had always been. I’d had a string of girls in college that were terrible at sucking cock, or couldn’t handle my length. But on our second date Claire had given me the greatest orgasm of my life. She wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft, taking small breaks with her mouth to stroke me as well. Her other hand reached for my balls, massaging them.

This felt great...but what if... “I wish you would take me all the way in your throat without gagging.” Claire climbed down off the couch to kneel in front of me. She pulled my butt toward the front of the couch, giving her better access. My cock pointed straight at her, rigid and thick. She looked at it, like she was about to pounce.

And then she did. Opening her mouth she took me within herself and pushed down, past the point she usually stops until her lips met my pelvis. Her throat was so fucking tight. She began moving her hear and neck back and forth so that my dick was fucking her throat. “Oh God, Claire!” I moaned. It felt amazing. I would have loved to finish like this, but I couldn’t help myself. This kind of control was unimaginable.

“I wish you would strip and ride me right now.” She pulled my member from her mouth and it stood erect, glistening now with her saliva. Claire stood up and began pulling all of her clothes off. She still had an amazing body, especially after having birthed 3 kids. She was fit, but not lean, the few curves she had fit her body type very well. Her ass was like a bubble, not droopy at all and her tits were a full C-cup. The did droop a little from breastfeeding, but that was not something that bothered me.

She climbed atop me, reaching one hand down to guide me into her. She was wet enough that I easily slid inside. She had both feet on the couch beside me, in a squat position and began bouncing. I reached up with both hands, letting her breasts slap into my hand each time she came down onto my cock. I loved the feel of them hitting against me with their weight. Her nipples grew hard as they made contact with my hands over and over again. We had a regular sex life, but something about her doing this at my command was exhilarating.

I felt my orgasm building and I wanted to finish in a way she usually won’t let me. “I wish you would let me cum on your tits baby.” Claire stopped bouncing on my dick and jumped off. I stood up, grabbing my cock as she knelt in front of my. Using her hands she held her tits up as a target for me, looking at my with her pretty blue eyes. I stroked myself just a few times as I started to cum. Ropes jumped from my cock and splattered against her soft breasts. She smiled at me as I kept cumming, coating her in my seed.

I fell back onto the couch after I finished. “That was amazing.” She stood up, gathered her clothes, and went to the bedroom to clean up. So I don’t have to command every step. That’s good to know. I put my pants back on in case the girls came back downstairs now that I was finished, unsure how this power worked exactly.

I sat in the living room for another hour, trying to think through everything that had happened. Eventually I went to bed, Claire giving me a kiss and telling me goodnight as if it was any other night. I lay awake for at least another hour, thinking about what this could mean.

The next morning passed as normal. Claire made breakfast for everyone, the girls laughed and chattered as we ate, and I got ready to head to work. Nobody mentioned the previous day but I didn’t try anything again.

Arriving at work, I began all of my beginning of day tasks. Checking in with production, checking in with the warehouse, and eventually ending up in my office. Opening the door I felt immediate frustration as Bonnie was sitting there again, my boss’s boss. I had hoped to not have to be scrutinized for another day. “Good morning Chuck. I’m hoping we can wrap up our work today.”

I was wearing my best brown-nosing smile. “Sure, we can probably knock it out, but I want to make sure you have everything you need. If it needs to take another day, that’s fine.”

She stood up to begin the work and I had to use every ounce of willpower not to stare. She was wearing another revealing shirt, three buttons that covered her stomach, but opened up in a V, her pale round bosom heaving in the empty space. Should there have been another shirt under that one? It was more like a corset, pushing her tits into view. She was wearing a skirt, where she had been in pants yesterday. Her small waist flared out into her hips that filled out the skirt, and her toned legs finished her form. Her fiery red hair was up today, where yesterday she had had to adjust it a lot, unused to the tasks they were overseeing.

She was a knockout, and the back of my mind was itching. Would this power work on her? I would have to be very careful with this, any false move could end my career and my marriage.  She had grabbed her clipboard and her pen, ready to follow me around. I glanced at my desk. Here goes something small. “I wish you’d use that pen instead.” I held my breath. Bonnie clicked her pen closed and sat it down, picking up the pen I had indicated.

“Whenever you’re ready,” She tapped the pen against the clipboard. Jesus Christ! I turned to lead her out of the office while slowly exhaling the breath I had held. That’s not enough, that could have just been her humoring me. I need something more. We headed out into the production area. Looking at stations, at how material moved through the assembly lines, at the different automated machines used at certain points in the process. Every time we stopped and looked around I stole glances at her tits. She would bend over to check something out specifically and whether I was behind her or in front of her, I was checking her out. I was trying to fend off my erection that was forming. From any angle she was stunning. It was at least an hour before the opportunity presented itself. One of the machines slipped, causing a fault and destroying the piece it was working on. The line stopped and a couple of the employees jumped in to fix the issue.

Bonnie reached for her pen, or rather my pen. “I wish you wouldn’t report that.” She clicked her pen closed and watched while they fixed the issue, tested the machine, and then restarted the line. That was it. That was everything I needed. Next was the warehouse overview and I hurried her to the spot I had been thinking about. In the back of the warehouse, shelves blocking all views, I stood there explaining the inventory process. I had rushed her back here faster than any other part of our trip. She was breathing a little heavier and I could see her chest rising and falling, slight sweat glistening on her pale skin. My God they called to me.

I took a deep breath. “I wish you’d show your tits to me.” There was a pause, a longer pause than had happened before. I had fucked up. I knew it. She stared at me, unblinking. Her hands moved slowly, setting the clipboard and pen on the shelf next to her. She began unbuttoning her shirt, her eyes not moving from mine. One button. Two buttons. With the third button her shirt fell open. Her breasts being held by nothing but her bra. Jesus, I expected her to be wearing something else. She slid her shirt off of her arms and laid it on the shelf as well. She reached for the front of her bra, undoing the clasp and pulling it wide.

Her gigantic globes sat on display for me. They were huge, each nearly the size of my head. Her light pink areola were proportionally large, but not unsightly. I stared for at least a minute as she sat there letting me drink them in. “I wish you’d let me touch them.” She nodded at them, and I tentatively reached a hand forward. I hadn’t touched another set of breasts in the 25 years I’d been married. I stroked her soft skin, closing my eyes to enjoy it. My dick responded and finished filling out the erection I had started earlier. Reaching out my other hand I tried to hold them both. They were heavy and spilled out of my fingers. I leaned down and licked one of her nipples. It responded to my tongue, firming up. I began sucking on it feeling it get harder in my mouth. My other hand found the opposite nipple and began rubbing circles, it growing erect as well. I began kissing on her chest and I heard a soft moan escape her lips. I squeezed her tits together, against both sides of my head while my lips touched her skin.

I pointed to a nearby door. “I wish we could go in there and continue this.” She started walking that way and I grabbed her things and followed. Inside the door was an old conference room, turned storage area. There was still a large table in the middle of the room, but boxes and equipment lined the walls around it. I closed the door behind us and locked the door. She sat on the edge of the table facing me, and smiled. I’d never seen her smile before. She wasn’t unpleasant, she was just all business all the time. I saw her things down on a piece of equipment near the door and moved close to her again. I leaned in and kissed her lips and she responded. As if it broke down a dam she began passionately kissing me back. Her tongue was trying to tie mine in knots. My hands kneaded her tits while we kissed, finding her nipples and squeezing them. She whimpered against my mouth. Her hands were grabbing at my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Then I felt them messing with my belt.

I backed up and paused for a moment.

Had I expected it to go this far? Did I think it would just stop here? I didn’t hesitate long, before kicking my shoes off and pulling off my pants. I stood there in my boxers only, feeling my erect dick pressing against the material. She stared at my crotch, and I reached down and slipped my boxers off. My engorged cock bounced up, free from its prison. Her eyes widened and mouth dropped open. “Come suck my dick.” She licked her lips and got off the table. Dropping to her knees she gripped it with two hands. Wait, I didn’t say ‘I wish’. She put the tip in her mouth and began rolling her tongue around it. She really knew how to use it, that’s for sure. Why didn’t I have to use the command phrase? She began stroking my shaft with her hands while her mouth worked the knob. Taking one hand off, she pulled my dick deeper into her mouth, her lips dragging along the skin, her suction making my knees weak. On and on she sucked my cock, pulling moans from my lips. God it was so good. But what was different?

I pulled away from her face, and pulled her to her feet. Moving back to the table, I climbed on top of it and laid on my back. “Fuck me.”

My cock stood at attention, wet from her mouth and still drawing her attention. She crawled onto the table as well, moving over my body, the tip of my dick dragging down her body as she passed over me, and her huge tits dragging over mine. She positioned herself and grabbed my member with one hand, guiding it into her already soaked pussy. As she pushed herself down to take my length completely, she was moaning loudly. I hoped nobody walked by outside, there was definitely no soundproofing in these walls. She began to ride me, bouncing on my dick, still trying to take the whole thing. She leaned forward and held one of her tits up, dropping it on my face. God they were so heavy. It hurt but felt so great. “Smother me.” She pushed them together and smashed them into my face. They covered my whole head, blocking sight and smell. She kept pressure against them, blocking my nose and mouth. I couldn’t breathe. This drove my lust even higher. My hands grabbed her waist and while she kept me smothered I began ramming myself up into her, my cock stabbing deep into her hot, wet pussy. I heard hear yell out in pleasure, louder and louder. Her soft skin stayed against my face as she held her tits in place. I felt my orgasm rising inside me. I lifted my ass off the table as I continued pounding her. One last deep thrust and my body shook as I began cumming inside her. Her tits fell away from my face as her body was wracked with her own orgasm. We were both screaming in pleasure as we came together.

As our ecstasy subsided, her body collapsed onto mine and I held her. We lay there for a while, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. Damn, that was amazing. What will she remember from this? What will happen next? She lifted her head to look at me. I couldn’t help myself. “I wish you could come back on Monday.”

I woke up to sun shining in through the bedroom window. Claire had woken up before me as she usually did on the weekends. She was likely in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone. She was a fantastic wife and an amazing homemaker. She had really thrived as a stay at home mom. I felt guilt about what I had done with Bonnie yesterday at work. It had been thrilling though. I had made an excuse to shower when I got home, saying I had to step into production and had gotten sweaty because of it. Everything seemed to be normal all night. I didn’t initiate sex with her and she didn’t try either. But that wasn’t uncommon, it didn’t mean she suspected anything.

I laid there for a while, really thinking about what it meant with this power. I could have some great adventures, and if anyone found out, I could always wish they would forget. I didn’t see a downside. I eventually rolled out of bed and made my way into the kitchen, following the smells of bacon, eggs, and french toast. All the kids had beaten me to the table as well, and Claire kissed me as I joined them. “Ew mom,” said Jennifer while Kelly laughed.

Claire rolled her eyes at them, laughing as well. “Jamie and Brett are having that bonfire tonight they invited us to, we’ll need to grab a dessert from the store to take with us.”

I had forgotten, and Claire knew it. This was her way of reminding me without giving me a hard time. “Actually, on the way home yesterday the truck was acting up. I was needing to run into town and grab a part today.  I can just pick a dessert up as well to save us a second trip later.”

“That would be nice.”

The truck was acting up, but it had been for a while and I’d been ignoring it. Not a big issue. I was just hoping to get to town alone and see what I could accomplish with my power.

I finished breakfast, got dressed, and headed out toward town. Arriving at the nearest parts store, a national chain, I went inside and spoke to the employee. There was only one other customer in the store and he was checking out as I entered. Shortly after arriving I was the only one left. Speaking with the employee, they found the part I needed and we headed to the register. As he rung it up I glanced around, to make sure there wasn’t a manager nearby. “I wish you’d void that transaction, walk away, and let me leave with this for free.”

The employee paused a second, shrugged to himself, clicked a few buttons, and walked to the back of the store. It worked! I wasn’t sure what all I could accomplish, but this was another positive experiment.

Getting back in my truck I sat the part in the back seat, and headed down to the grocery store. It might be more difficult to accomplish my trick here, it’s usually busier. I pulled into the parking lot and sure enough, it was decently busy. I sat and thought for a minute how I could accomplish getting something without drawing attention to myself. Coming up with a plan, I headed inside to find a dessert. I went to the prepacked goods first, but not finding anything that looked right, I headed over to the bakery area. I was standing looking at a table of cupcakes, not sure what exactly I wanted, when a voice broke the silence, “Excuse me.” A hand reached past me and grabbed a box of mini cupcakes.

I stepped to the side, saying, “Oh I’m sorry.” Looking at the owner of the hand, I was struck. The woman was short, about 5’4, late 20s, long, brunette hair in a ponytail that reached to her ass. And what an ass it was. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants that really show off the ass, and hers was very shapely. Her midriff showed as her top was just a sports bra. Her tits weren’t big, but they looked nice on her small frame. I realized I was staring and made myself speak, “Getting a dessert for a party too? I can’t decide what to grab.”

She laughed, “Oh no. These are just for me. Small treats to reward good workouts to keep me on track. If you’re looking for a party dessert, I’d suggest that chocolate chip cookie pie over there. I dream of that every night.” She pointed at the next table over.

I grabbed it and checked it out. “Now that looks like a very good idea. Thanks a bunch!” As she turned to walk away, I caught myself staring at her ass again. I felt a stirring in my pants as my body responded to that sight. Well, I hadn’t planned on this today, but I had time...

I caught back up to her quickly. “I’m sorry, can I ask you something else?”

She paused, and turned back to me, a small smile on her face. I lowered my voice. “I wish you’d finish your shopping and then come get in my red truck outside.” Her response was nearly immediate. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” She walked away then. I still couldn’t quite puzzle out the difference in responses people made, though they always went along with my desire.

I headed for the checkout, to a nice older lady who scanned my purchase. Total was $14.40. I pulled out a $10 bill and handed it to her quietly commanding, “I wish you’d think this was a $20 bill.” The lady took it and typed it in to the register, giving me $5.60 in change. I was giddy, not really for the $5, though that opened up quite a few new doors, but for what was coming next.

I quickly got to my truck and sat there waiting. It only took a few more minutes before I saw the woman in workout clothes come outside, look around, and start heading my way. She opened the passenger door and climbed inside. “Shall we find somewhere more private?” I asked, not issuing a command.

“Yes, please.” She replied. Interesting. Whatever rules there were for this are very weird. “What’s your name?” she asked as I drove

I shook my head. “No. I don’t want to know your name, you don’t need to know mine.”

She closed her eyes, “That’s so hot.” One of her hands disappeared into the front of her yoga pants, and I could see her starting to play with herself.

I found the nearest motel, and pulled in. “Let me get a room.”

She pulled her hand out, leaned over and stuck her fingers in my mouth. They were so wet with her sticky, sweet juice. “Don’t take too long.” My dick swelled. I needed to fuck this woman now.

I practically ran into the office. “I wish you had a spare room that you would let me use for free for a little while.” My mind cleared just long enough to remind me. “Oh, one with a working shower.” I returned to the truck with a key and I drove us around to our door. She entered ahead of me, while I stared at her bouncing ass. As I closed and locked the door behind us, she was on her knees practically tearing at my jeans.

As she pulled everything off to expose me, my cock jumped into view. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, seeing it for the first time. “Holy shit.” She took one hand and traced the length before starting to stroke me. I leaned back against the door. She took her time, despite how horny she clearly was before. She explored my length and my girth with her hands, and then with her mouth and tongue. She was definitely not great at oral sex, but nothing she did made my erection go away, so I let her explore and just lived in the moment.

But a few minutes was all I could take. I reached down and lifted her to her feet. Leading her to the bed, I laid down on it and positioned her atop me, facing away. She lowered herself onto my engorged cock, her dripping wet pussy enveloping it like a hungry mouth. She began riding me and I watched, entranced, as that glorious ass bounced up and down. Her long hair spread out on both sides of her body. The sloppy smack was rhythmic every time her ass hit against me and the ripple of her skin as her ass cheeks bounced was mesmerizing.

She was much better at this than giving head. She leaned forward, grabbing my ankles as she smashed her ass against me over and over again. She was moaning heavily, her hot wet box drooling down the sides of my dick. I used one thumb to scoop up her juices that were coating everything and rubbed in circles around her asshole. Her humping slowed, and she reached her hands back to spread her cheeks wide, giving me access. I plunged my thumb inside her sphincter and she clenched a little before relaxing. I pushed my thumb as deep as it could fit, my other four fingers gripping at her ass cheek. I began fucking her ass with my thumb while she continued riding my cock. Her moans increased, she was loving getting filled in both holes. But this wasn’t enough for me again.

“I want that asshole.”

“God yes. Please yes.”

I pushed her off of me and rolled off the side of the bed. Positioning her so she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, facing away from me, I pressed my body against her back. She pulled her sports bra off, and her small titties dropped out. They were cute, her dark areolas were puffy, nipples pointing straight out. I pulled her hair to one side, holding it with one hand, while she reached back to spread her cheeks again. Grasping the base of my throbbing member, I pressed it against her asshole. Again there was a small hesitation before I slipped in. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” She yelled, as the length of my shaft pushed into her. I pulled on her hair, yanking her head back against me, and wrapped my other arm around her body, grabbing her entire breast in my big hand.

Then I tore into her. Thrusting my large dick into her tight asshole, she screamed in pleasure. I grunted in satisfaction and lust. I had to have every bit of her ass. Pounding her over and over and over, she had clenched again and couldn’t relax. But I barely felt it. The fire consumed my body as I pierced her. I released her tit and clamped my hand over her mouth as her screams were increasing. Her body shook with orgasm and didn’t stop. I pulled harder on her hair, my teeth bit onto her neck, a primal urge taking me over. I felt her body go limp and I shifted my grip to keep her from falling. I pushed her face first onto the bed and held her waist up with my hands while I kept fucking her asshole. Her ass cheeks jiggled still as I impaled her. I felt it coming. My body shook, my legs tensed to hold me up, and my dick erupted into her ass. I roared aloud as I filled her, shot after shot after shot of cum deep into her bowels

My orgasm subsided and I pulled out of her ass, a fountain of my seed sprouting out after me, soaking her body and sheets. I fell beside her, breathing hard. After recovering, I double checked to make sure she was breathing and wasn’t bleeding. Good enough. I went to the bathroom and got in the shower, leaving the door open so I could see if she woke up. Washing the sex off my body, I dried off and got dressed again. I threw a $20 bill next to her and leaned down to say in her ear, “I wish you remember this fondly and know that I left this money to get you back to your car.” With that I left, I needed to get home before I was gone too long that it raised questions.

I drove quickly to get back home, pulling into my driveway in what felt like a respectable time for me to have been gone. I got out of the truck and turned around to grab the dessert when I heard a gritty, but feminine voice.

“Oh Chuck, you have wasted no time, have you?”

I spun around and reeled at what I saw. A figure stood there, humanoid in shape, but not human. Red skin, darker than my truck, cracked in places like it was burned. Two legs and two arms, but the tips of its hands and feet ended in sharp claws, like talons. A tail swished around its back. Its face was wide, skin pulled tight like it was wearing a mask. Large eyes looked out from behind that mask and two small horns protruded from the top of the head. It was definitely feminine. It wore a long leather skirt and matching leather corset. Wait, was that cow leather? It looked odd for sure, but my eyes were pulled up to the curve of her large cleavage sitting above the corset top.

“What the fuck are you?!”

“Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. I’ve given you a gift, no need to treat me like that.”

“This....this was from you?”

“Of course. I’m a demon of carnal lust. This is what I do. I like to watch for a couple days before I pop in and explain,” she explained with a smile.

I stared at it...her quietly.

“You’ve discovered how it works. Simply say ‘I wish’ and those that hear you will attempt to fulfill whatever you ask for. You get the power for one year. After that, any material possessions you’ve acquired using this power will disappear.” She pointed at the box in my truck from the repair shop. “Like that. Put that on your truck, and a year from now it will disappear. The pie is less of a deal, because it won’t still be in your body by the time a year is out. However you profited on its purchase, whatever you spend that change on will disappear.”

I scratched my head. “But the things I make people do?”

“You’ll keep the memories, they forget any command after complying with it.”

“I’m noticing difference in how people respond to my commands.”

She smiled at that. “That’s because the way it works is when you issue your command, their brain comes up with a reasonable way for them to comply with it. Like with your wife. She complied right away because why wouldn’t she do those thing with you? Your boss? That was different because while you aren’t unattractive, and she is single and willing, it’s against the company rules to fraternize with you. She eventually remembered multiple other people above her that have had workplace affairs and judged that it would not be an issue. That’s also why she was more compliant after you got started.”

“And the woman just now?”

The demon laughed. “Oh she would have dropped to her knees in the middle of the grocery store and sucked you off without a command at all. She was horny, lonely, and thought you looked hot. She doesn’t even eat cupcakes.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“I’m a demon. Your thoughts, motivations, desires, and drives are all an open book to me.”

“But what do you get in return for this gift? I didn’t agree to anything.”

“Oh my reward is watching. Every encounter, every attempt, every sordid detail of your life for the next year I’ll be watching. And when the power is too much for you and your life falls apart I’ll watch that too and your misery will fill me.” Her smile at this was frightening.

“What if I don’t use the power?”

She shrugged. “Your choice. I can’t command you to use it.” The demon lowered her voice, hissing. “But take heed. The more you use it, the more you can’t resist it.” With her final words a blast of fire erupted from her body and I threw myself to the ground to avoid the heat. When I looked up, she was gone.

I sat on the couch watching TV, but not really paying attention My mind was replaying the visit with the demon outside. I’d never been religious, so the fact that demons existed was jarring, however I had a magic power now, so it didn’t seem as strange. Everything was weird but, somehow, still the same. The TV shows were the same. My kids were the same, yelling and laughing from the kitchen. My wife was the same, I could hear the water running from our bathroom as she showered. I am a simple man, I’m not into complicated things. And this felt like the most complicated thing. Do I continue using it? It seemed like the demon was saying people that used it in the past had terrible outcomes. But a year isn’t that long. I could make it a year, right? I just have to make sure not to use it to buy things or collect things that might disappear.

My train of thought was derailed as Kelly popped into the living room. “Hey dad, we’re taking Sarah to the mall with us.”

“The mall? Do kids go to the mall anymore?”

Sarah laughed, “Kids?! I guess we could sneak her into the bar with us.”

I turned to look at her. “Bar? Jennifer’s the only one of you old enough to get into a bar.”

She pretended to ponder that for a moment, “Huh, I guess you’re right.”

I sighed. “Have fun at the mall. We’ll be at the bonfire tonight so just let us know when you get back home safe.”

“Sure thing!” she said unconvincingly.

I heard the other girls laughing as they all clamored out the kitchen door to the driveway. I turned the TV off and sat there, trying to organize my thoughts again. I heard Jennifer’s car start up and pull down the gravel toward the road. I closed my eyes, starting to replay the scene again. While she had been a demon, and presumably evil, those tits had swelled nicely above her corset. What would it have been like...

“Pssst,” came a whisper from across the room. Oh shit, does thinking about her summon her? I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head. Standing in the doorway to our bedroom was Claire. Fresh from the shower, a light silk robe hanging on her shoulders but covering nothing, as if she had started to put it on but then had other ideas. Her blonde hair hung newly dried down her back, her blue eyes stared into me, tempting me. Her soft skin was mostly unblemished even at this age. Her supple tits stood on her chest, perfect handfuls for me, with the slight droop of her nipples that I had come to love. Her smooth stomach brought my eyes down her body more. She was freshly shaven. She almost never shaved bald, which was fine, but she had always loved shaving shapes out of her pubic hair. The first time we had fucked in college it had been a star. Today was an arrow pointing down. As she saw my eyes travel down she open her stance and I could see the slightest glisten of moisture touching her lips.

“Well fuck me!” I exclaimed, my dick already rising to the occasion.

Claire gave me her sexiest smile. “That was the plan.” And she turned to walk back into the bedroom, dropping the robe on the floor to show off her round ass that swished as she walked away. I jumped from the couch and stumbled toward the door, trying to kick my shoes off while fumbling for my belt. By the time I reached the door I had one leg out of my jeans, jumping on one foot trying to get the other off. I stopped in the doorway as she had already reached the bed and laid down. She was on her back, her hair splayed out behind her on the pillow. Her legs were pulled up against her ass, knees in the air and spread. One hand was caressing her own breast, while the other was lovingly stroking her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she was lightly sighing to herself.

I closed the door behind me in case the kids came back home. Tearing the rest of my clothes off I jumped on the bed, burying my face in her wet cunt. I used my hands to open her wide while I dug my tongue as deep as I could into her hole. I loved the taste of her juices and she was already so wet. I alternated between tongue fucking her and sucking on her clit. Claire gripped handfuls of bed sheets as she moaned loudly. I rolled my tongue around her button as her hips bucked against me. I felt one of her hands grab the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her. I shook my head side to side with my tongue pressing hard against her clit. Her moaning increased volume as her body started shaking, her pussy getting wetter as she came. I lapped up everything that her body produced, and as she settled down I grinned up at her.

Moving now, I crawled up the bed, my throbbing cock dragging hard against her body. From her pussy, up her stomach, between her breasts, until I ended on my knees straddling her chest. My dick pointed straight at her mouth. She licked her lips and looked at me with lustful eyes. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue out to swirl around my knob. That was nice, but not what I wanted. I pushed her head back against the headboard and positioned myself closer. Ramming my dick into her open mouth I began fucking her face with full ferocity. Eating her out always turned me on so much, but this fire felt different. I needed her, but I needed to abuse her. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and smacked her across the face with it. “I wish you would try to resist me.” There was a longer pause than normal for her. Why would she resist me?

Eventually she mumbled, “No, don’t.” I jammed my cock back into her mouth and her hands came up to try to push me away. I held her head in both of my hands and fucked her face wildly. I hit the back of her throat numerous times, hearing her gag and cough. I slapped her while I penetrated her. Fuck, this was good. My thrusting increased as I felt the orgasm building. My last pushes hit her head back against the headboard and I saw tears in her eyes. I retreated from her mouth as I started to cum, holding her head with one hand while I jerked myself with the other. Ropes of white began to fire from my manhood and coated her face. Shot after shot, she closed her eyes as they layered her in sticky, thick jizz.

After I finished icing her face I climbed off of her and sat to the side. I immediately felt bad that it had felt so great to abuse her. The demon had said people wouldn’t remember commands... 

She laughed and said, “Look, you’re gonna have to find me a towel but I can’t even open my eyes to find the bathroom.”

I silently let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. “Yeah, one second.” I jumped up to grab a towel and bring it to her.

She diligently wiped her face clean. “You haven’t finished on my face in a long time!” She remarked. “You didn’t get any in my hair did you? I don’t want to have to get in the shower again.”

“I don’t think so,” I answered, laying down beside her. I was wrestling with that feeling inside me. Claire would do anything with me, she had done everything with me over the years. Our sex was great, why did I feel the need to abuse her? That had never been a kink of mine. We had tried bondage before but afterwards decided it didn’t add anything for either of us.

“No laying down though, we gotta get dressed and get going. It’ll be dark in about an hour.”

Nearly an hour later we were pulling onto Brett’s land. He owned a lot of acreage: some he leased to farmers, some he used for hunting, and on one part of it he had built a large gym for his wife. Jamie was a gymnast. When we were all in college she had been a professional, winning some national titles. She hadn’t been successful with a professional career so now she ran a business teaching classes out of her own gym. We parked behind the house in their gravel lot. There were already quite a few cars here. Brett and Jamie liked to throw a couple of large bonfire parties every year, one in the spring and one in the fall at least. Sometimes they added others. It was spring now, and had warmed faster than usual for our area. I had already opened our pool last week. The night wasn’t going to get particularly cool, it might almost be too warm for the bonfire.

Around the area where they had the bonfires, they also had a small building they had erected for this purpose. This way they could have food covered during events and a couple bathrooms indoor, so that when people inevitably got drunk during the night they didn’t have to find their way to the house. Or to Jamie’s gym which was closer. We entered the party building and found a place to leave our pie, checking out the rest of the food, desserts, and drinks available.

Between inside the building and the area around the bonfire couples, and some singles, were already relaxing, finding seats, and having conversations. We made out way around, knowing almost everyone from previous events. Jamie did introduce us to a new couple that we hadn’t seen before. She explained that they were the parents of one of the kids that she taught. To the best of my knowledge none of the other attendees were from the business side of their life, but the new couple seemed nice and social. Claire and I found some seating near close friends and struck up some conversations while Brett was getting the bonfire lit.

The heat was definitely a bit much as I had suspected, but as the night went on perhaps it would be more comfortable. People cheered as the fire was lit, then the noise subsided to a conversational level. After a couple hours music was eventually started, and the drink were flowing. Some people started getting louder as they got drunker and some people started getting quieter. One of the husbands, Benny, fell asleep as he tended to do. Claire was a conversationalist, even more so as she drank. Yet I was a people watcher and tended not to drink to get drunk. A good buzz was all I ever needed. As I watched, and didn’t get drunk, I started noticing something odd. Jamie made the rounds, speaking to everyone, as was usual. However no matter where she was in the circle, I would catch glances over to the husband of the new couple. She had introduced him as Seth. And Seth and his wife were seemingly in boisterous conversation with a group of people, though he would frequently look around the area while they talked, catching Jamie’s eyes on him and starting back.

As the night progressed people got more rambunctious and the groups mixed and mingled, couples separating as conversations shifted. I watched Jamie leave the bonfire area, walking past the party house into the darkness beyond. My interest piqued, I found Seth talking to two other husbands and laughing loudly. After a few minutes, I saw him shake their hands and walk toward the party house, also ducking around the side instead of going in. I found Claire and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to go be nosy, something suspicious is going on.” She laughed at me, used to how I needed to know what was happening, and waved me off.

I also walked toward the party house, planning to duck around the side, but someone was coming out as I got close and held the door for me. I went inside and took the opportunity to use the bathroom. Once finished, I went back out the door, stepping to the side to lean against the building and watch everyone for a moment. Once I didn’t think anyone was looking toward me I moved around the side of the party house and out of sight. The building blocked a lot of the illumination from the bonfire and there were no windows on the back side spilling light out here. It was pretty dark and the moon was nearly new in the sky. I waited a few minutes to let my eyes adjust. It was going to be difficult to find them. Brett’s property was so large.

I moved out from the party house. The main house was off to the right, but if they were going there they wouldn’t have been able to hide from the light of the bonfire. Straight ahead was a line of trees and Jamie’s gym, but the lights were off in there. So I decided to head to the line of trees and then reassess. I moved quick, my buzz had started subsiding once I had become intrigued and I didn’t stumble much. Reaching the line of trees I leaned against one to listen. Surely they hadn’t gotten too far, maybe I could hear them talking or walking nearby. The party was still audible, and even though it was muffled where I was, I still couldn’t make out any other noises. I wasn’t sure where to go next, and was looking around for a clue when I noticed it. One of the lights in the gym was on, but it was in a room where the window faced away from the party. That was interesting.

I headed toward the gym, trying to be sneaky, but in my state who knows how well I succeeded. I came to the corner of the building and saw there was a door along the back side, where the window with the light was. I went past the door to get to the window. I slowly crept along to peek inside without being seen. And what I saw almost made me gasp out loud. Jamie was laying on her back on a desk completely naked and Seth was on his knees eating her out. Jamie’s body was nice. She was lithe and fit, life of a gymnast of course. Her firm, small breasts lay on her chest with tiny nipples pointing straight up. There would be no drooping there when she stood. Her stomach was flat and solid. Her legs  that were pushed straight out to the sides were toned and muscular. Seth seemed to be doing a fair job as she was grabbing his hair and writhing on the table. I could hear her moaning from here. They didn’t need to be quiet with the party going on.

I felt myself being turned on watching them and decided no one was out here to see me, so I undid my pants and started stroking my cock as I got harder. Seth eventually stood up and removed his pants. His cock was erect and, though I might be biased, left something to be desired. Jamie didn’t seem to mind as he penetrated her, bringing her legs up to lay against his chest. Now normally, if I had ended up in this situation, I would enjoy watching them fuck, finish jerking myself off and sneak back to the party. But things were different now. Jamie was attractive and athletic. This could be fun.

I tucked myself back into my pants and walked to the door. I didn’t want to walk straight in jerking off. I was a big fan of the reactions when I revealed my cock. I thought about how to handle this. If I surprised them, like I was catching them, things would unravel pretty quick and it would be harder to get them back into the mood. But if I was quick...

I opened the door quietly. Neither of them heard it over the noises they were making, but I didn’t want to risk closing it again yet. I spoke up without warning. “I wish the two of you would let me join.” They both started reacting to an unsuspected disruption, but both quickly fell under the command. Jamie’s reaction was nearly immediate, reaching out a hand toward me to bring me closer to her. Seth had stopped thrusting and seemed to be considering. Maybe he didn’t like the idea of a threesome, maybe he thought Jamie was his now and didn’t want to share, maybe he didn’t want to get busted. Whatever his holdup was, he bobbed his head in agreement after a few seconds.

I closed the door and moved around the front of the desk where Jamie’s head was. Seth began his movements again, though slower now. I leered at him for a moment, this would be more fun now that I knew he wasn’t excited by it. Jamie leaned her head back and looked up at me, opening her mouth. I unzipped my pants to pull out my already erect cock. I lifted it up and dropped it on her face, not into her mouth. The weight hit her and she reacted. “What the fuck is that?” She reached both hands up to encircle it. This was my favorite part. “Fuck...” she whispered as she stroked it with both hands. Seth’s thrusting slowed again, as Jamie didn’t seem to be thinking about what he was up to. She opened her mouth again, taking the tip of my cock and sucking on it like a sucker. That was fine, but not really what I was wanting. I gave her a minute and then began moving my hips, thrusting into her mouth. Not too deep, she was small and I wanted more than just a throat fuck.

I reached my hands out and cupped her small breasts. They were firm, probably barely bounced when she was riding. I twisted one of her nipples and she moaned into my dick as it filled her mouth. Seth was thrusting again, but staring at my action he seemed to be losing motivation. “I wish you would hurry up and finish,” I said to him. While I wanted him out of the way, it didn’t feel right to make him stop. I wasn’t that mean. He started going faster, likely close to orgasm because of my command. Jamie pulled my dick from her mouth with a popping sound, and called to him, “Not inside!”

Seth thrusted a few more times and then pulled out, shooting a small pile of cum onto her stomach. Jamie had gone back to servicing my dick, not watching him finish on her, but she waved one hand to the side of the room. Seth grabbed some tissues from the box she was motioning to and cleaned her off. He started to reach for his pants but I said, “No. if you don’t want me talking about this stand over there and watch.” Not a command. He was fully able to ignore me. But he didn’t. He stood off to the side, watching Jamie sucking my cock like nothing else mattered.

I let her continue for a minute and then pulled out. “Do the splits, facing away from me.” Again, not a command. But she complied. She stood on her desk and then slid down into the splits, her legs laying both against the desk, her ass pointed at me. She leaned forward and rotated her hips and her pussy sat right at my cock, inviting. I laughed to myself. Her reactions to me so far had definitely shown that she wasn’t interested in Seth as a romantic partner, she just wanted to fuck and he had been available. This was something I could oblige. I grabbed my engorged cock with one hand and slapped her small ass with another. Almost no jiggle, her body was too fit for that.  I pushed myself into her, her pussy lips parting to accept me. As I filled her she grabbed onto the desk for support, calling out, “Oh dear God!” I was halfway in, my dick spreading her wide and stuffing her fully. I pulled out and entered again a few times, letting her build up tolerance and her own lubrication. I gripped her stone-firm ass cheeks and squeezed as I pushed deeper. She was breathing hard, trying to keep from tensing up.

I glanced at Seth watching this happen and was delighted that he looked on the verge of tears. I found it more satisfying than expected watching him be humiliated like this. I couldn’t fit more than 3/4ths of my cock in her but that was enough. I began fucking her then, each thrust packing her wet pussy and stretching it wider. I wrapped one arm around her stomach and drew her back up against my chest. As I probed her and watched Seth watch her I felt the fire rising in my loins. I turned her head to look at him with one hand, my other hand grabbing tight to her small tit. I whispered into her ear, where he couldn’t hear, “I wish you would want me to cum inside you.”

I pounded her pussy as deep as I could, her body shaking as she screamed in pleasure. My hand mauled her breast and my tongue licked the side of her face while we stared at Seth. She started calling out to me, “Please. Fuck, please cum in me. Fill me up please.” I roared in pleasure as Seth fell into the chair, his face in his hands. Jamie was screaming still, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I erupted into her, my dick twitching as I continued drilling her. I pumped load after load into her small, tight pussy. Her body reacted, shuddering as she came herself, her muscles clenching and unclenching around my member as I fucked her. I felt the mixture of our liquids leaking out the sides of our union, dripping to the floor beneath us.

I pulled out and Jamie slid herself off the desk. “Oh, that was fierce. It’s gonna hurt tomorrow.” She was rubbing her thighs. “But I needed that so bad. Thanks!” She smiled at me, and crossed to the other side of the desk to put her clothes back on. She didn’t look at Seth or speak to him as she dressed and then exited the room. I was putting my dick away and watching him watch her, hoping to be recognized. When he wasn’t I saw him close his eyes in defeat. Zipping my pants back up I crossed to the door as well. He looked at me, trying to be angry, but ending up just ashamed.

I opened the door and pointed over my shoulder. “Clean that up so there aren’t any questions.” With that I left, making my way back to the party. There was so much going on that no one had noticed the three of us missing.

I found my way to Claire and she leaned in whispering, “What did you find, Sherlock?”

“Jamie was fucking that new guy, Seth. I didn’t think it was going that well, but she seems satisfied now.” I shrugged. Claire looked around and found Jamie who was laughing at someone acting crazy.

“Hmm, interesting.”

The party went on another hour or so before we decided to head home. Luckily since I didn’t drink much there wasn’t an issue with driving afterwards. We went to say goodbye to Brett and Jamie and found them talking to Seth and his wife. As we said our goodbyes I shook Seth’s hand firmly. “It was nice meeting you guys. Maybe we’ll see you around.”

Seth barely mumbled, “Yeah, that would be nice.”

Claire fell asleep on the drive home, as she tended to do after drinking. I spent the whole drive laughing to myself. I was having trouble understanding the demon’s foreboding warning. This was amazing. As long as I continued to be careful, what could go wrong?

I awoke to a muffled sound. It took a moment for my head to clear and really wake up. I looked down to trace the source of the sound and felt it the moment I saw it. Claire was sloppily stuffing her face with my cock. She tended to wake up horny after a night of drinking, and I loved waking up to her getting me going. She bobbed her head as she worked my hard dick into her mouth. One hand held my shaft while the other reached under her own body, rubbing her pussy. Her tits dangled in my view as I looked down past her face. I reached a hand out and cupped one, massaging it gently.

“Mmm!” She reacted, pulling my dick from her mouth. “Good morning!”

“Great morning,” I responded, pulling her up against my body to kiss her lips. She lay there, making out with me for a few minutes, one hand still reaching down to stroke my length.

She pulled away, smiling. “Glad you’re awake.” She turned around, straddling me backwards, and pressed her wet cunt into my face. She wiggled her butt, wiping her juices across my face before I grabbed her waist in my hands and forced my tongue deep in her pussy. She moaned as I probed her, grabbing my manhood again and running her tongue up and down the shaft.

We built each other up this way for a few minutes before she pulled away from my mouth. Climbing down my body she slipped my cock into her hole. She pushed down to fill herself completely full with me. Claire sighed contentedly as she sat there, relishing the feeling. She began riding me, slamming down with her thrusts. God I loved what she was capable of. She leaned forward onto the bed, still bouncing her ass on my dick. I watched her pussy lips stretch and relax as she moved, like they were opening and closing to breathe.

“Nightstand.” She said, glancing back at me. I looked over and saw a dildo and bottle of lube laying there. When I looked back she was smiling. I shuffled from a laying position to sitting up, pulling her body back with me as she continued fucking me. I dripped the lube onto her ass, using my finger to rub it against her hole. Adding more I pressed my finger into her asshole, working it all the way in. She didn’t do anal very often, though it was something we had worked on with her. I was unlikely to ever get to fuck her ass with my dick, but we were ready to try a dildo at least. As I fingered her she moaned, a beautiful sound amidst the slapping of her pussy against my body as she bounced. I brought my finger out and pushed my thumb in, widening her hole. I added more lube as I thumb-fucked her brown eye. She had clenched at first, but wasn’t any longer so I felt she was ready.

I pulled my thumb from her depths and grabbed the dildo. Adding lube to it as well I slowly rubbed it against her sphincter. Pushing inside I heard her gasp and her hips stopped moving. I moved slower, pausing to let her adjust to it. After a moment she began rocking again. I held the dildo steady and let her control the insertion as she moved back and forth, taking both my cock and the dildo. I made sure to keep the lube handy and leak more on as she started drying out. Her moans were low and slow as she took not only my giant dick in her pussy but also stretched her asshole out against the other.

I slapped her ass with my free hand and she bucked unexpectedly. Then she began moving with earnest again, pushing herself back against both faster. I started matching her rhythm, to push the dildo in farther as she rocked against me. Her moans increased in tempo as she impaled herself faster and faster. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Smash my asshole baby. Pound it.” I held the dildo tight at the base and began hammering my fist against her ass. “Oh God. Yes! Fuck!” Her body trembled, her pussy grinding against my cock as she came. She shook and moaned as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. Then she collapsed onto the bed, murmuring to herself. My dick still filled her pussy while her wetness leaked down my shaft. I removed the dildo gently and set it aside. I was prepared to wait for her recovery, but as I sat here I stared at her asshole. It pulsed slowly at me, beckoning. I lifted her body off of my cock and laid her out flat on the bed. I grabbed the lube and poured it generously on her.

Climbing on top of her I positioned the head of my throbbing cock against her hole, rubbing it slightly as I had with the dildo. Pushing inside I felt her clench up as she rose onto her elbows. “Please honey, I’m not ready for that yet.”

I leaned down against her back, the head of my dick still held in place inside of her. “I wish you’d let me do this.” There was a pause. Not as long as some people, but noticeable for Claire. She lowered her face back down onto the bed. I sat back on my knees, staring at my dick disappearing into her nethers. Grabbing her round ass cheeks I pulled them apart and pressed deeper into her, penetrating as she gasped.

There were low “Ow, ow, ow”s coming from her as I pulled out and thrusted again. I wouldn’t go all the way deep with her. I didn’t want to hurt her. But I needed this. I poured more lube on us as I drove myself back into her. I lowered myself against her back again, reaching under to grab two big handfuls of her tits. I continued plowing her while I mauled and squeezed her tits. Her whimpers below only fueled my fire as my engorged member ravaged her asshole. I wanted to fill her tight little ass with all of my seed and I came close to finishing in her. But at the last second I pulled out, letting my dick land on her ass, as I came. Long strings of cum shot up over her ass, most landing along her back, some sticking to my chest as I was still hovered over her. I had realized almost too late that had I come inside her ass, it would be harder for her to forget the command with evidence right there. I grunted as I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, my dick cradled between her ass cheeks. I’d wanted her ass for the longest time. It was so nice to take it.

Getting a towel to clean us both us, I hear Claire suck in her breath and saw her clench her legs together, reaching for her ass. “Oh, ow. That was nice, but maybe I’m not ready for that dildo yet. I think next time we’ll go back to just your fingers for a bit.”

“Yeah, however you want to do it.” I lied. “Oh shit, I forgot the girls were all here. You got pretty loud there.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure they were all out at the pool first. They were talking about inviting some friends over.”

We spent the day as a lazy Sunday. We watched some TV, we went for a walk, and we talked. It was a nice day. The girls had a group of friends over to swim and eventually Jennifer asked if we minded them having a big slumber party while they were home for spring break. We didn’t care, but I reminded them I still had to work in the morning and they had to keep it down after I went to bed. Later that evening I was in the kitchen finding a snack while Claire was in the bathroom. The girls had spent every second in the pool or beside the pool laying out.

The door opened from outside and I turned to see Jennifer’s oldest friend Isabelle walk in. They were the same age, 22, and had been friends since they were 5. They had been in practically every class together and even decided to go to college together, studying the same major. They were nearly inseparable. I had watched Isabelle grow up, but ever since she went off to college she had really grown out. She had been a late bloomer all through high school, but now she was really looking like a woman. She was wearing a lime green bikini, filling out the top fully. Her tits were about the same size as Claire’s at this point, but her waist was much smaller. Her skinny arms and legs made her chest look disproportionate, but she was definitely a sight to behold. I quickly moved my eyes back to the chips I was deciding between, hoping she hadn’t noticed I was staring.

She passed by me to get to the fridge. Her soft voice said, “Oh excuse me, Mr. Williams,” as she scooted by.

I chuckled. “Isabelle, you’re all grown up now. I’ve told you that you can call me Chuck.”

Isabelle stopped for a moment while opening the fridge and looked down at her chest. “Well, I’m glad you noticed.” She pulled a pack of wine coolers from the fridge and started to scoot by me again. “But it’s ok. I prefer to think of you as Mr. Williams.”

I stared at her while she exited, her small ass cheeks visible outside the thong style back of the bikini bottoms. Oh fuck me, Isabelle is flirting with me now? She was absolutely a sexy woman now, but still my daughter’s best friend. It would be tricky to pull anything off with her. I pushed it from my mind and went back to the living room. Claire had returned and I joined her on the couch.

After the show we were watching ended I told her I needed to spend some time preparing the garage for working on the truck. She decided to go read in the bedroom. As I exited the house I had to walk past the pool to get to the garage. I made myself not look over at the girls because I didn’t trust myself not to stare at Isabelle. Entering the garage I started organizing and figuring out what I would need.

A little while later the door opened and I heard a sweet voice, “Mr. Williams, the house bathrooms are all being used and Jenny said there was one out here. Is that ok?”

I pointed to a door in the back wall without looking at her. “Yeah, back there.” She crossed the room and entered the bathroom. She did not close the door behind her.

A moment passed and then I heard her again. “Oh, Mr. Williams, there isn’t anymore toilet paper.”

“In the cabinet under the sink.”

“I can't reach it. Could you help me. Please?” The last word had a sultry tone to it. I sighed.

I entered the bathroom and she sat on the toilet, her green bikini bottoms on the floor. She was not hunched over trying to hide anything. Her legs were open and her bald pussy sat fully on display. Her eyes stared at mine as I inspected her. I retrieved the toilet paper with a shake of my head. “You are playing with fire, girl.”

She giggled. “Oh, it’s ok. I like getting burned.”

My cock twitched in my pants as it began to respond. I exited before I picked her up and fucked her right there. I couldn’t at the moment, but now I needed to. I waited. She left the bathroom and headed toward the door. “Isabelle.”

She turned to look at me, a smile on her face.

“Tonight. After everyone else has fallen asleep. Meet me out here.”

I expected her to fawn. I expected her to be coy. I didn’t expect her face to drop. She looked away and stuttered. “Oh. Uh. Mr. Williams...Chuck. I...I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to take things this far...”

What the fuck?! This little bitch did all of that and then wanted to walk away? Oh, we weren’t going to do that. “I wish you would meet me out here after everyone else has gone to bed.”

She never met my gaze. She blinked multiple times quickly, her brain must be spinning. She nodded slowly and then turned and left. I swung my arm and knocked the table next to me clean. I was furious. It took a few minutes for me to calm down and look at the mess I had made. I don’t usually get that mad, it felt weird. Well, now I was in this. I better go inside and make an excuse to be out here.

I found Claire in the bathroom, done reading and getting ready to go to bed. “Hey, I tripped in the garage, knocked some stuff over, and broke something I’ll need for the truck. I can fix it, but it will take some time.”

“Well, fix it tomorrow after work. Get some sleep.”

“You know how I am. Knowing it’s sitting out there broken will gnaw at me. I gotta fix it now.”

She came up and kissed me. “Ok. Try to make it fast at least. Love you.”

“Love you too. Good night.”

As I passed back through the living room where the girls were all spread out I noticed quite a few of them already nodding off. I guess it’s not a surprise, they were likely drinking most of the day out by the pool. Maybe this wouldn’t take as long as I was expecting it to.

I quickly cleaned up the mess I had made earlier from my outburst. After that I just piddled around, not wanting to start anything, just waiting for Isabelle’s arrival.

I heard the door open maybe an hour later and she walked in, changed from her swimsuit into a nightgown. She did not meet my gaze still, she just came in and stood at the door. That is just enough to fulfill the command.

My voice was harsher than intended, but I was angry. “What the hell happened earlier?”

“I’m sorry, Chuck. I was just trying to have a little fun, and I took it too far. I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“You weren’t trying to fuck me?”

“I don’t even like boys.”

“Well, I guess tonight’s going to be a night of consequences and boys, two things you don’t like.”

She started crying, “Please. I just want to go back inside and go to sleep.”

“Did you tell anyone about earlier?”

“No, no. I promise. I just want to forget it.”

“Well first, let’s take care of that loose thread. I wish you would forget that I came on to you earlier.” She nodded her head pretty quickly. “Next, I wish that moving forward, while you still won’t like boys, I’ll be the exception.” There was a slower nod to that. I crossed the room and stood in front of her. “And lastly, I’m going to fuck you now. I wish that you be as resistant as you want to be, but no screaming. And after we’re done you’ll remember it fondly.” That one took the longest. Her brain was having a lot of trouble making a pathway for all of that to be true.

I reached behind her to lock the door. She turned to grab the door knob. “No, please.” I wrapped one arm around her waist and picked her up off the floor, carrying her to the back of the garage. Setting her down on a workbench, I grabbed her nightgown and pulled it off over her head. Her large breasts fell out, hanging beautifully in view. I was right, they were the same size as Claire’s. Enough to fill my hand, but not overflow. Then I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“If you didn’t come out here to fuck me, where are your panties? You fucking slut.” I pushed her down onto her back and began running my hands all over her smooth, youthful skin. I felt up her too skinny legs. She clenched her thighs together to keep me from reaching her mound. I let her have that for now. I dragged my tongue up her flat stomach toward her arms that she was using to cover her tits. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them away roughly. She cried out, “No, no!” and struggled against my strength to conceal them. I laughed at her and lowered my mouth onto her bosom. I wet her nipples with my tongue. They were tiny compared to the volume they sat on, with areola barely bigger than the nipple itself. While holding her restrained I sucked on her tits, biting the soft skin. My dick was reacting to her naked body, growing erect in my pants

I continued running my tongue up her chest, neck, cheek. Her eyes were closed as she turned her head away from me. I smelled her hair and got hints of a fruity shampoo. “Mmmmm,” I whispered close to her ear, seeing her tense. I stood back up, releasing her wrists. She went back to covering her tits with her arms. I surveyed her unblemished body laying in front of me, the body she teased me with and now was trying to hide from me. No, this is mine now.

I smacked her thigh and she reacted by stopping squeezing her legs together. The momentary lapse was all I needed. My hand snaked between her legs, my fingers pressing against her pussy, rubbing it softly to engage her. My other hand dug beneath her arms, to firmly grasp one of her tits she was trying to block from me. She tried to close her legs again to shut me out, but I had a finger inserted now, so I had her hooked like a fish. Between massaging her breast and fingering her pussy she was starting to moan lightly between her protests. While my finger penetrated her, my thumb rotated slowly around her clit, making her gasp. Her clenching lessened, her arms relaxed. But I didn’t want her giving up that quickly.

I pulled my hands from her skin. “Off the table, on your knees.” She obeyed, but slowly, glancing at the door as if she might make a break for it. “You can’t make it. Now on your knees.” She complied. “Good girl. Now, undo my pants.” She reached her hands up for my belt and zipper, tears stating to fall from her eyes again. As she lowered my pants, her eyes caught the giant bulge pushing against the fabric of my boxers. “Set him free Isabelle.” She grabbed the band of the boxers and pulled them down. My solid cock bounced into view, her eyes widening and her recoiling from it.

“No fucking way.”

“Yeah, that’s the fire you were playing with. Now it’s time for you to get burned. Suck it.”

She pulled back. “No, I need to leave.”

I grabbed a handful of her hair. “Do what you’re fucking told you little whore! Open your mouth.” She did and I guided my dick inside. “Don’t do anything stupid now.” I kept my fist of her hair held as I started piercing her mouth. She brought both hands up, one grasping the base of my shaft, the other palm against my skin. She tried using her hands to control how deep in her mouth I went, but her arms and hands were small and weak. I thrust deep into her, causing her to gag and cough, and showing her she couldn’t stop me. That made me hot and I began fucking her face. My other hand grabbed the side of her head for more leverage and I slammed my cock past her mouth into her throat. Her hands smacked my stomach and torso as she struggled to breath. I pulled back and her chest retched like she might throw up. But she didn’t. I went again, pushing deep into the tight hole at the back of her mouth. She was punching my body now, trying to fight against me, her struggles to no avail. I eased up again and this time her retch was deeper. I pulled myself from her mouth and let go of her head at just the right moment as she leaned over, puking onto the floor.

“Fuck that was good.” She looked up at me in shock. I was stroking my cock staring at her naked body kneeling on the floor.

“Is that...all? Can I go now?”

I threw back my head and laughed. “Oh my sweet girl. We’re not done yet.” I reached out a hand. “Come on.” She hesitantly took my hand, and I lifted her to her feet, admiring her body once again. “You really have developed into a beautiful woman.” She didn’t seem to take the compliment with the scenario she was currently in. I used both hands to lift her into the air, and positioned her to wrap her legs around my waist. “I’m going to need you to hold on.” She put her arms around my neck then, her face a splotchy mess of tears and snot. With her holding herself up, I used both hands to maul at her tits for a moment, They were such nice handfuls. Then I moved my hands down, one grabbing her ass for stability and to lift her up a bit, while the other grabbed my engorged dick and lifted it up to her pussy. I lined myself up, the knob pushing against her lips.

I tried easing myself in, but she was as dry as a desert. She whimpered as I tried. Spitting on one hand, I coated myself and tried again. It still took a hard push, but I got the tip in and Isabelle locked eyes with me, fear on her face. Small movements first, I wanted to take her but not destroy her. Holding her by the waist I was able to lift and lower her easily. I felt her pussy relaxing and giving in to me. Moisture built as her body accepted my dick. I brought one of her tits to my face and gingerly tongued her nipple, adding to her increasing pleasure. A small moan escaped her lips against her will. That’s when I knew she was ready. I didn’t want her getting too comfortable.

Gripping harder on her waist I pushed down, while at the same time thrusting up. She was unprepared. My engorged cock slid inside her, stretching her wide. Her eyes grew so large I thought they would pop. “No! No! God, no! Fuck! Ow, ow ow.” A nonstop stream of protests, pleads, and painful exclamations poured from her mouth. Between the words she sobbed. More tears fell from her face, dripping onto my shirt. My dick felt stuck. She was so small and tight. Even having made her wet first was no help now. Her pussy walls were like stone pressing against my manhood. I pulled hard and ripped myself from loose from her clutches, a wave of pleasure hitting me hard. She gasped as I did and began pleading again. I stared into her eyes and plummeted back inside her, deeper than last time, but still barely half of my length. She became hysterical watching me watch her. Isabelle waved her fists, trying to hit my face, chest, and back. Anything she could reach. But it didn’t help.

I yanked free again, feeling the warm pulse of bliss go through me. Oh that felt so good. For me at least. “Oh fuck, Isabelle. That’s amazing,” I told her, ignoring her flying fists. Again I slammed into her, her pussy trying to provide lubrication but not enough to coat my whole member as I stretched her wide and hit her deep. After pulling free again, wanting to ride that wave forever, I began pounding her like a jackhammer. I squeezed her waist so tight I thought I would break bones. I pummeled her fiercely, eventually getting nearly my entire length inside her. She shrieked as she sobbed, not breaking my rule of no screaming but coming damn close. I felt like I was leaving my body, wave after wave of fire rolling over my body as I smashed her tight little cunt against my cock. My knees were growing weak as I grew closer to the edge of my orgasm.

I threw my head back and roared as I came, wrapping my arms around her body to hold her. Hot jets of cum erupted from my dick deep inside her. I still pumped through the ecstasy as I filled her hole with my seed. “Oh fuck Isabelle. Yes!” I called out as another wave rolled over me. I had filled the space left inside her and my cum was squeezing out between our skin, dripping down my legs. She was shaking against me, as I continued thrusting into her decimated hole.

I fell to my knees as another orgasm hit me, the pleasure threatening to overtake me. “Oh God! Oh God!” I leaned forward, laying Isabelle on her back in front of me. I pulled my dick from her depths and immediately a stream of cum launched across her body, landing on her stomach and tits. It continued firing as if to drain my whole body dry. I shuffled on my knees up beside her body, aiming for and covering her tits as I went. I ended up next to her head, ropes of cum still spurting in pulses from my cock. I loaded down her face with my cream as I sat on my knees, my heart beating rapidly, unsure when or how I was going to stop.

The fire built again and I fell, lightheaded, onto my side. My member kept throbbing, kept pulsing, kept producing more cum. In my delirium I grabbed Isabelle by the hair again and forced her mouth onto me. She reached out to hold my dick with her hand while I came into her. Swallowing quickly she was able to get ahead of the buildup and I finally felt my body slowing down to small twitches. In a daze, I felt her tongue swirl around the head of my cock and her hand stroking the shaft while it sat in her mouth. She milked the last remaining drops as I moaned.

My final command must be taking hold now because I heard her giggle a little while she finished me off. Her sweet voice, no longer afraid and resistant, rang out, “Oh my God Mr. Williams. That was amazing, but I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. Also, I’m going to need at least two towels. I’ve never seen so much cum before.”

I groaned a bit, trying to get my mind clear. “Me...neither...” I took a deep breath to steady my whole body. “Towels are in the bathroom if you can get them. I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a while.” She rose and waddled to the bathroom, unable to straighten her legs entirely. My cum dripped off of her body and from within as she walked there and back. It took three towels to get us both clean of cum, and the floor. Then a fourth towel for the vomit. As I lay there still regaining my strength she got back down to nestle against me, sighing contentedly.

My hand lazily stroked her breast while we lay there. My mind was elsewhere though. It occurred to me that this new orgasm I found was directly involved with causing her pain. Is this part of what the demon meant? Was this a new high that I could grow addicted to? I’ll just have to be more careful going forward. Sex can be enough for me. Can’t it?

The blaring alarm cut through my foggy dreams, pulling me into consciousness. My mind was a haze and it took me too long to wake up and turn the machine off. I made myself sit up so I wouldn’t drift back off to sleep, but I sat for a good five minutes trying to ready myself for the day. Flashes of last night flittered through my head. Isabelle’s tits in my hand. My cock stuck deep inside her. The look of horror on her tear-stained face. And the unstoppable orgasms coating her face and tits in my cum. I was going to pay for that today. It was worth it, absolutely. But it would be a rough day at work. I dragged myself from the bed and into the bathroom to get ready.

Eventually leaving the bathroom and bedroom, I found the living room still filled with the kids’ sleeping college friends. My eyes searched the room to find Isabelle, in the nightgown she had come to the garage wearing, curled up next to Jennifer. A smile adorned her face as she slept. Was she dreaming about last night too? Or at least her modified memories of last night. I didn’t linger but headed into the kitchen where Claire was sitting at the table, a small breakfast and coffee waiting. I didn’t drink coffee much, but she knew when I had my late nights it was the only thing to get me moving in the morning. I smiled and kissed her as I sat down. “Thank you.”

“I assumed it was a late night. Did you get things fixed?”

“Yes to both.”

I finished my breakfast and headed off to work. By the time I arrived the caffeine had kicked in and I felt more functional. I’d probably be fine until lunchtime and then be dragging by the end of the day. I wasn’t looking forward to that. I began my beginning of day tasks as normal, checking in with all departments and teams, small talk about the weekend, and ultimately ended up at my office. Opening the door I stopped, suddenly stunned. Bonnie was sitting in my office again. The shadowing was supposed to be over on Friday.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. She stood as I entered. Today she was wearing a long orange dress with a flower pattern down it. It was form fitting, bulging at her gigantic breasts, yet still gripping at her narrow waist and flared hips. It must have been custom made for her almost unnatural figure. I stammered, “Well this is a surprise.”

She smiled. I’d only seen her smile during our last sexual encounter, never regarding work. “Oh, I thought you’d enjoy it if I came back on Monday.”

My mind raced as I remembered my final command to her on Friday. “I wish you could come back on Monday.” Ok. She remembers the sex, right? This was still confusing.

“I needed to talk to you.” Oh God, this is bad. “About Friday.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. How do I get out of here? “Look, you need to know that I’m married. I don’t wear a ring while working because corporate bullshit won’t let a woman get ahead if the boss doesn’t think he has a chance to fuck her.” Wait, where was this going? “The truth is, the sex was great. And my sex life at home is not good at all. I would enjoy doing it again, or regularly. But I’m not looking for a relationship or for anything to get too complicated.”

So she just wants to come fuck me sometimes at work and that’s it? That couldn’t be better news. “I get it. I’m not looking for anything serious either. I’m also married so this definitely can’t happen outside of work.”

“Then it’s settled. What’s on the agenda for this morning?”

“Well, 2 machines are down in production. Waiting on maintenance to get them running and test batches before they can be back online. Receiving is backed up, extra employees are assigned there today to clear it out. And part of the parking lot is being resurfaced. We have an outside contractor on site handling it. So it’s a pretty basic day, just watching people stay on task.”

She moved close, smiling at me again and placing a hand upon my chest. “That sounds like the perfect job for someone else to handle.”

I laughed. “I had a pretty long weekend, my services may be a bit diminished today.”

“Oh, I’ll be the judge of that.”

I found my lead manager and explained to him that Bonnie was back again today. I pretended that I was annoyed by it and that she had requested some clarifications regarding some of the tasks we had discussed last week. I told him I’d be around, but to not grab me unless it was an emergency. With that Bonnie and I made an almost straight line for the back of the warehouse again.

We entered the same former conference room as before, no windows to the outside, and locked the door. She dropped to her knees just inside the door and began tearing at my belt. “I’ve been dreaming about that cock all weekend.” She unveiled him and sighed in satisfaction. “God damn.” I wasn’t fully hard yet, but her eagerness was definitely getting me there. She stroked the tip with a single finger, then wrapped her thin fingers around the shaft. “Mmmmmm.” She raised and lowered her hand, dragging it across the skin my full length. Wrapping her other hand around as well she began jerking me with both hands, bringing me quickly to a full erection. She smiled again. “There we go, fuck.” She took me into her mouth, bobbing her head enthusiastically. She was very eager, she really must have been thinking about this all weekend. She was trying to take more of me into her mouth but kept starting to gag and backing out. It seemed like she was getting frustrated.

“Do you want to work on being able to take all of me?”

She nodded, so I brought her over to the table and instructed her to lay on her back, head toward me and hanging backward off the edge. She positioned herself as I instructed. I stood over her, staring down at her face. I held my cock in one hand and dragged it along her face. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes. I rubbed myself across her lips before she opened her mouth and I slipped in. I started slow, moving my hips just enough to reach back in her mouth but not be uncomfortable. My hands reached out to grasp her breasts through her dress. Now those I missed. I heard Bonnie exclaim, “Mmmm!” like she had forgotten something. I pulled my dick from her mouth and she sat up quickly. She scooted back on the table closer to me. “Unzip me.” I stepped closer to her, my manhood pressing against her back as I did. I pulled her hair back with one hand, exposing the dress zipper and her neck. I leaned down and began kissing her neck. She sighed deeply at this, then exclaimed, “No. No!” She turned to give me a warning look. “Fuck me, don’t romance me. I can’t fall for you.” I chuckled at her and unzipped her dress down to the small of her back.