Irresistible [mf][mind-control][sex][oral] [request]

It was the first day of Introduction to Psychology, and I didn’t know anyone in the class yet, but when she walked in, I knew I had to know her. Long blonde hair fell halfway down her back, loose strands kissing the tanned skin that glowed, even under the terrible lights in the lecture hall. She wore a tight white top that showed a lot of cleavage for school, not that I was complaining. In black jeans, her long legs swayed as she walked. She sat down a few rows in front of me, and I decided to move up to get a chance to talk to her.

“Hey,” I said as I put my books down on the desk one row behind and above her. “I’m Alistair.”

“Huh?” she said, barely glancing back. “Oh, Emily.”

“So,” I said, trying to play things cool, “Are you a psych major, or is this an elective?”

She shot me a quick look of annoyance, and she was gorgeous even with the contempt in those bright blue eyes. The professor walked in, and lowered the lights, starting to talk. Emily ignored me and focused on the lecture on the syllabus and grades for the semester to come.

I, however, was less focused. I don’t know why, but I really didn’t want her to be able to brush me off so easily. She was a perfect ten, and maybe guys hit on her everywhere she went, but she could have spared me a few words. I wasn’t paying any attention to the lecture. Instead, I was thinking of the books waiting back in my dorm room.

See, I was raised in what my Dad always called “The Old Ways.” He didn’t like the idea of trying to classify us into wizards, or druids, or psychics, or anything like that. “That’s them, trying to classify us,” he told me and my brother. “What we do is something that comes naturally, an innate understanding of the universe, and we have more control over our surroundings than others.”

That’s what I was going to do. I was going to control my surroundings, and I just needed to check the spells, which are more like mathematical formulas than you would think. I barely took any notes, and nearly ran back to the dorms. After an hour of looking through books, I found exactly what I wanted, and all I needed to do was wait for Thursday, my next psych class, to work my magic on Emily.

When Thursday did roll around, I got to the lecture hall early and grabbed a desk in the very back of the room. I sat there, thinking of Emily’s long legs, the luscious curve of her bottom lip, the golden hue of her skin. When she walked in, with a T-Shirt half hanging off one shoulder and black leggings, every curve of her was on display. I licked my lips, and got to work.

Basically, what I was doing is called a Desire Reversal. As badly as I wanted her, wanted to skim my hands across her perfect skin, explore every inch of her perfect form, now she would want me to. The difference was, for her, it would build and build. Every time I thought about her, she would want me a little more. The desire would pass for me, but for her, it would get worse and worse every time, building endlessly. I wove together the energy matrix that would make that happen in my mind’s eye, sealed of the spell, and pushed it out to her.

Emily gasped as she looked around the room. It was like she had spent the last several minutes thinking about the most physically perfect person she had ever meet, and she wasn’t sure why. Finally, she saw me in the back. She headed up the steps to the top row of the lecture hall.

“Alistair, right?” she asked, pushing her hair behind one ear.

I barely glanced at her. “Um, yeah?” I said.

“Do you remember me?” she asked. I turned, and her eyes looked a little scared, a little sad. “Emily, from Tuesday?”

“I think so,” I shrugged.

“Of course you do,” she said with a bright, wide smile, shoving my arm playfully. “Can I sit here?” She pointed to the chair next to me.

“Sure,” I shrugged again. “Free country.”

Emily spent the rest of the class trying to subtly get my attention. She sucked on the end of her pen, and I pretended not to notice. I was feigning disinterest in her expert flirting. With the Desire Reversal, the more she did it, the more turned on I got and therefore, she got. She leaned over to glance at my notes, pressing the curve of her perfect breast into my arm. She would whisper in my ear, almost kissing my earlobe.

I won’t lie, I considered breaking down, right then and there, and inviting her back to my room right after class. That thought would have transferred to her, and she probably would have joined me. But if I held out, if I let this build over days, or even weeks, who knew what I could get her to agree to? I decided to go for the long play, to get as much from her when I finally broke down and took her home, as I could.

I toyed with her over the next few weeks. She started bringing me coffee to every class. She took notes for me. Some girl showed up for class in short shirts, and I mentioned how I enjoyed it when girls showed off their legs. She never showed up without short shorts or a miniskirt after that, and I was rewarded with a constant view of her long, gorgeous legs. Even when she caught me looking, she loved it. She thought she was winning me over.

After a month, she was so in to me, it was nearly too much for her. When I spoke, she couldn’t pay attention to anything else. When I would let my hand ‘accidently’ brush against her arm, she would stifle a sexy little moan. I had never let a Reversal go this long. Usually I used it to get a first date. Now, this girl was eating out of my palm constantly, and would have literally if I had let her. So I decided to go ahead with the next step.

Emily showed up that Thursday in early October in a tight pink button up shirt, with a lot of cleavage busting out, and her perfect ass barely contained in a tiny pair of denim shorts. She looked like she was auditioning for a music video, not coming to a class. She came up to our seats in the back row, set down my coffee, and smiled hello.

“Emily, what are you doing this weekend?” I asked.

She turned to me, her lips mouth hanging open in happy surprise. “Um, nothing. Why, what’s up?”

“Well, the mid-term is next week. If you want to come by my place and study, you’re welcome to.”

“Sure. I mean, we don’t have to just study. We can do whatever you want.” She started combing her hair over her shoulder with her fingers. I decided to tease her a little.

“Really?” I said, running the back of my hand from her knee up her thigh under the desk. She gasped and shivered.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she groaned.

“Are you sure you don’t need to study?”

“Huh?” She wasn’t paying attention to her own question. She was pressing against my hand, melting at my every touch. “Oh,” she sighed. “I’m sure it would be fine.”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear “What if I wanted to throw you down on my bed and fuck your brains out?”

She started breathing faster, and she ran her tongue around her lips. Her eyes were half closed as she turned to me. “I could go for that,” she whispered.

“Be at my room on Saturday at seven exactly.” Emily nodded and bit her bottom lip. I struggled not to give in, right then and there, and lead her to the nearest broom closet. As I imagined tasting her sun-kissed skin, running my hands across her perfect body, I started to get hard. With the spell still going, she was feeling it worse than I was, as turned on the idea, mounted on top of every other time I’d pictured having my way with her. She squirmed in her seat.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

When it finally did roll around, I noticed Emily outside my building by four o’clock in the afternoon. From the common room window, I could see her down by the front door, wearing a red coat that went to her mid-thigh. She had on big black boots, and it looked like that might be all she was wearing. She paced around by the front door, her phone in her hand, never once taking her eyes off the time.

I made her wait. I watched TV, had something to eat, and let her wander around, desperately waiting for me.

The moment six fifty nine turned over to seven, my phone sprang to life. “It’s Emily,” she said, almost breathlessly. “I’m downstairs.”

I buzzed her up, and went back to my room to wait for her. She walked in with her psychology book under her arm. I pointed, and asked “What are those for?”

“Studying,” she said, looking down at her feet.

“Is that what you’re here for?”

She started to blush. “Not really, but if you want to, I will.” She slowly raised her eyes, bright and blue, “But if you want to do something else…”

“Put the books on my desk,” I nodded. There wasn’t a lot of space in my dorm room, just a desk and a chair, a closet, and my bed, all crappy furniture provided by the university. She set down the books, and then looked over her shoulder at me. “Show me what’s under the jacket.”

Carefully, she undid each button, and then let the jacket slip off her shoulders. She was wearing a tiny black dress that clung to her perfect every curve. It was short, barely covering her ass, displaying the smooth skin of her long, tanned legs. I smiled at her, and her large breasts began to heave as her breathing picked up.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it,” she whispered.

I took the coat and threw it over the desk chair. Then I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close. Emily nearly lost her balance. She turned her face up to meet mine, and her parted lips begged to be kissed. I brushed my own mouth across her cheek, making her wait. I held my lips just against her for a long moment, and then I kissed her deeply.

She melted in my arms. I had one wrapped around her waist, and pulled her tight against me, our bodies barely separated by a thin barrier of cloth. She smelled like summer and vanilla, and I ran my hands through her hair as she crossed her wrists behind my neck. We stood there, kissing for a long time.

When I pulled away, her eyes stayed closed. Her lips searched for mine. I had my hand pressed against the back of her neck, under the waves of golden hair, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her breath came in little gasps. Her breasts heaved as she waited for my touch.

“So, you’re here to do anything I want?” I asked her.

The smile that spread across her face told me she was in love with the idea. She kept her eyes closed, and nodded slightly. I leaned forward, and kissed her neck. She sighed and pressed herself against me. I worked my way up to her ear. “I’m going to unwrap you like a present,” I told her softly. She nodded.

I slipped my fingers under the strap of her dress, slipping it off her shoulders. She swayed like a dancer as she extracted her arms, and held them high over her head, her wrists still crossed. I pulled down the zipper in the small of her back. I had to roll the dress down off her hips, it was so tight. I let it fall to the ground, and Emily stepped out of the garment.

She was a goddess in her lacy black underwear. Tiny panties clung to her hips. The bra was barely a shadow. She still had on those big black boots. I grabbed her pert little ass, and kissed her again. She dropped her arms back around my neck and melted against me. I whispered in her ear again. “I want you.”

She moaned happily.

“I want you on your knees.”

Emily nodded. She slid slowly down, her hands running over my shoulders, down my chest, across my stomach. As she carefully undid my belt, I stripped my shirt off over my head. She undid my jeans with care, like she was picking a lock, nimble fingers carefully and expertly performing their task. When she freed my cock, she stared at it reverently. I was already hard, anticipating this moment almost as much as I had let her.

She glanced over her shoulder quickly. The door to my room was open a crack. “Do you want to close that?”

“Did I say I wanted to close it?”

“What if someone sees?” she said softly.

Instead of answering her, I pressed my palm against her cheek. She leaned into it. I ran my thumb over Emily’s soft lips, and watched her icy blue eyes. After a moment, she forgot her objections. She leaned forward, putting the head of my cock between her lips. She moaned gently, and began to suck, deeper and deeper against me.

“I want you to take it all,” I told her. She nodded slightly. As her head bobbed, she took more and more of my shaft into her mouth, teasing it with her soft tongue. She kept her hands on her knees. I knotted my fingers through her long hair. Each time she stroked forward, I encouraged her to take a little more, go a little further down my cock.

“I love that,” I said softly. That encouraged her, and Emily started to bob faster and faster. Soon, her pursed lips reached the base of my cock. I encouraged her to take more still, and the next stroke, her nose pressed against my stomach. I insisted on more, and soon, every bob of her head had her nose squished against me for a little longer, as she held me deep down her throat. It was a gorgeous sight, not to mention an amazing feeling.

Someone walked down the hallway, slowing at the slight opening of my door. More and more foot traffic came down the hallway. Emily was lost in the rhythm of the blow job, but I enjoyed it even more. A blonde goddess was sucking me off, and most of my floor was walking by, seeing her knelt before me.

As I neared the edge of no return, I pulled her head back, watched my cock spring out of her mouth. A beautiful little strand of pre-cum or drool chained us together for an instant and then broke. “I want you on the bed,” I told her. She nodded, and crawled across the floor, climbing up onto it like a cat. I closed the door, leaving the audience out of the rest.

Emily sat with her back against the base board, grinning at me, one of her fingers between her lips, seductively. I joined her on the bed, and pushed her knees apart. A tiny black scrap of fabric covered her cute little cunt. I crawled between her legs, bathing her inner thighs with my hot breath. She quivered with anticipation.

I started to breathe on her slit, and then began to kiss her through the thin cloth. A little damp streak had already appeared, and at first I kissed around it. With one hand, she reached down, and started tugging at my hair. I kissed and licked her through the cloth, and she began to pant. With her hand, she directed me to what she liked best, and soon I was tonguing her through the fabric fiercely.

When I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waist band of her panties, she groaned happily. She lifted her ass up off the bed. I peeled the little scrap of fabric off her long golden legs, over her boots, and kissed my way up her thighs to a chorus of moans. Then I began to devour her. As my tongue explored every inch of her shaved slit, she shook. I watched as lust quaked across her tight little stomach, beautiful as a wave on the ocean. Every laboured breath moved through her round tits. Her long hair covered her face, and she whipped it back and forth as I drove my tongue into her, or flicked my way across her clit.

Because of the spell, as much as I was enjoying myself, it hit her harder. The physical sensation of me going down on her was compounded by my growing desire to have more and more of her. Soon her ankles wrapped around my shoulders, and her moans came quicker and quicker. I considered making her wait.

Before I could, though, her whole body began to shake. Pleasure rippled through her, and my face shone with her juices. Her hands clawed into my bedspread, grabbing it in bunches. As the orgasm raced through her, she seemed to lose her capacity for words. She just growled out happy little noises, and continued to toss her long hair back and forth.

I was more than a little pleased with myself.

She lay there, trying to catch her breath. I let my hands brush against her perfect skin, enjoying the feeling of her smooth body in my hands. She kept pressing herself, almost subconsciously, against my every touch.

“Sorry,” she finally managed to say, as language returned.

“For?” I said, lost in the feeling of her breast in my hand.

“Cumming before you,” she said, and she smiled at me widely. “I guess I owe you one.”

I nodded sagely. “I guess you do.” I grabbed her hips and rolled, pulling her on top of me, so she was straddling my stomach. She laughed as we rolled, and then reached down and kissed me. The curtains of her hair fell around my face. Her mouth melded with mine, and our tongues danced.

Slowly, she hid her hips back. More and more of her flesh whispered against mine, warm and perfect. Her nipples brushed across my chest, and she started pressing down against me. The wet embrace of her pussy began to tease my shaft, as her lower lips began to reach towards my cock. We teased each other, as my cock slide against her lips. We started to get more and more desperate for each other, and finally Emily reached back and guided me into her cunt.

With a gorgeous little gasp, the head of my cock slid into her. She sat up suddenly, her blonde hair whipping back, her amazing body towering over me. Her hands were on either side of her head, and I reached out and grabbed her hips. I started guiding her down, pushing my hard cock deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy was soaking, and she happily took every inch of me.

Emily started to ride me, bouncing on my dick, panting happily. I thrust up to meet her, feeling her hot cunt all around me. She kept picking up speed, faster and faster, biting her lip. My hands roamed all over her, across her perfect little ass, along the golden skin of her back, the smooth plane of her stomach, those amazing tits, bouncing with every thrust. The site of her, wearing nothing but those boots, riding me, was superb.

As we went faster and faster, she nearly lost her balance, and caught herself by placing both hands on my chest. As she leaned forward, I grabbed her ass, and held her closer to me. She began to grind against me, exaggerating the motion at the end of every thrust. I’m pretty sure, by the sounds escaping her plump lips, she was rubbing her clit against me. I kept myself deep inside her, watching the blue eyes staring down at me, lost in lust. I kept bucking up into her, pushing deep but never coming too far out.

Just before I reached my limit, I sat up. My hands under her ass, I started bouncing her up and down the whole length of my dick. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. The skin and sweat of her stomach were pressed against mine. Her ragged, uneven breathing rushed past her lips into my ear. I kept flexing deep into her, and every time I was fully inside her, she let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. Her legs butterflied around me, her ankles crossing behind my back. With every ounce of force she could muster, she pulled my cock deeper into her with every thrust, enjoying the intensifying sensation as much as I did.

Her breathing picked up, and I felt her cum around me, squeezing my cock from every angle. She collapsed against me as every muscle in her body spasmed. Her orgasm put me over the edge. I thrust deep into her, and held myself deep inside her, spurting into her in quick little thrusts. She groaned the whole time, right in my ear, an amazing sound that intensified the whole experience.

An hour later, we hadn’t left the bed. Her perfect body was still draped over me, drawing tiny circles on my chest. I glanced over at the books. She was watching me intensely. “Do we have to study?” she asked, and then nibbled on my ear.

“Well, I need to,” I sighed.

She made a sad little sound.

“If you want, you can stay in my bed as my little fuck toy, until I get tired of you.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I’m going to do my best and make sure that doesn’t happen anytime soon.”

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