When I was 18, I noticed people started agreeing with me more. I could go up to any adult, and generally get me way. This realization caused me to experiment, which lead to me learning that this persuasion was enhanced by touch.
Now that I’m entering my mid 20s, I can simply touch the head or shoulder of any adult, and convince them to do or think or say anything with my mind.
Obviously I could use this to climb the corporate ladder, or because world famous, or lead a cult, maybe even take over the world, I don’t know. Instead, I mostly use it sparingly, unless I’m horny.
I have used this power to accumulate quite a large number of sexual partners. At first, I got carried away and created a harem of sorts where everyone was constantly fucking and I was cumming at least three times a day. That kind kind of exhausting after a while though, so I ditched that and moved on with the goal of getting enough money to take my show on the road.
Now, whenever I see someone cute, attractive, sexy, or even just interesting looking, I control them for a bit, and then make them forget.
The thing is, I can’t just take any person I find at Target and whisk them away to my car. Because anyone could pass by, and I can’t control them through the car. I have to find a hidden place, and make everyone there leave for a while.
Today, I was in Starbucks, and the barista was looking better than anything on the menu.
I always made it a point to dress sexy. Crop tops, tight yoga pants, no bra, the works. If I can get people to fuck without controlling them, all the better! The barista and I made eye contact three or four times while I was in line, and I made sure to smile and look flirty. I wanted her to know I wanted her before I got up to the counter.
By the time I was second in line, she had definitely getting the clue.
“Hi, what can I get for you?”
“Let me think a second?”
“Sure, take all the time you need.” She smiled sweetly and waited.
I winked, and walked through the Starbucks, touching everyone on the shoulder, making them leave. She was shocked, almost a bit scared as I went. When I waltzed around the counter and touched her coworkers, she retreated to a corner.
Everyone was gone, and I had flipped the sign around on the door to say ‘*Closed*’.
“What the fuck are you doing? What’s happening??”
“What’s happening is me and you. Just us. Just two girls who were making flirty little faces at each other, who are now free to do whatever. Would you like that?”
“This is insane. Who are you?”
“I am woman, hear me roar,” I joked.
“I dont believe this…”
I had obviously gone too far. Too much theatrics, too much public showing off. This was stupid of me. I just got carried away and didn’t think of the consequences.
I took a step towards her and said “You’re feeling more calm and collected now, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, thank you. I feel better.”
“So, what were all those flirty looks for?”
“For flirting, I guess? I flirt with a lot of customers. It gets us tips and bigger orders. You’re cute though, and Im sorry for leading you on. If you want, you can have my number and maybe we could go out sometime?”
“Hmm, I think maybe we should just fuck, instead. I don’t like dates, but I do want you. How does that make you feel?”
“Uuuhh, a bit anxious? I don’t know. People don’t really just come right out and ask for hook ups. Do they? This feels strange. I feel kind of strange.”
“Maybe, but you look amazing…” I took another step toward her, now just a foot apart.
“Thank you. You’re like, so gorgeous. I’d kill to look that good in that top.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’d look great in it! Can we see?” I asked, touching her shoulder again.
“Oh, umm, yeah. I don’t see why not.”
I took off her apron, and lifted her shirt up, just underneath her bra. I spun her around and pulled the shirt back, and tied it in a knot, securing it into a crop top.
She spun back around and looked at herself up and down. “Wow, this looks pretty okay. Th-thanks.”
“You look amazing, cutie. I love seeing your cute little tummy. Can I… lick it?” These sorts of questions let me know if I’ve succeeded in making them compliant.
“Oh. I don’t see why not, sure.” She had a nervous smile, but her body language was open and inviting.
“Mmmm, thank you cutie.” I bent over to give her a good view of my cleavage as I went in to lick her tummy. Her skin was so smooth and soft. I ran my tongue around her navel, and breathed softly on to her.
“Hhhhha, hoo, hey wow. That’s um… wow.”
“Wow?” I asked, looking up at her. I wanted a bit more.
“C-can I uh, well, could I maybe kiss you, do you think?”
“You don’t need to ask, cutie,” I said, getting as close to her as I could, our tits brushing up against each other.
She leaned forward and kissed me, her mouth trying to find the right amount of pressure and tongue.
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her in. We made out against the counter for a few minutes before she pulled away.
“What are we doing? I don’t even know you, and we’re like, all over each other. I let you play with my clothes, and…and…”
“Ssshhhhh. Do you want this or not?” I asked, smiling as I looked her in the eyes.
“Well… you’re so pretty, and uh… yeah. I do.”
I pulled off her glasses and set them on the counter. She put her arms around my shoulders and started kissing my neck as I reached around her butt and lifted her up on the counter.
“Oh, hello there,” she said, squirming on the counter a bit. “What are you going to do with me up here?”
I laughed and lifted her shirt over her head, taking off her visor. When I got her shirt off, I put her visor back on and unhooked her bra.
“I’m going to make you cum,” I said as I tossed her bra on the floor.
“Oh my!”
I ran my fingers over her breasts and kisses her neck. She started to breathe harder as I worked my hand down to her jeans. She lifted up my top and lazily dropped it by my feet once I lifted up my arms for her.
“Oops. Dropped it. Can you uh, pick it up?” She asked.
I humored her smile, and vent over to pick it up, giving her a good view of my ass. She reached dover and tugged my yoga pants down. I worked them down do my ankles, and stepped out of them before turning back around.
“Smooth move there, cutie,” I said. I always want the people I conquer to feel powerful. It keeps them in the moment..
I put my arm around her and lifted her up as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her thighs. I set her back down and pulled the jeans down to her knees before tearing her panties off. My signature move. Ripping up panties.
She laughed when I three her ruined panties toward the door, and leaned down to kiss me. As we made out, I started to rub her pussy. I could feel her getting wet, and twitching every time my finger found and rubbed her clit. Her breathing was getting heavy and intermixed with soft little moans.
I pulled my hand away, and put my fingers in her mouth. The look on her eyes told me she was in love with my hand, so I put my fingers further down her mouth. I wanted her to gag on then a bit.
I reached into my purse and fished out my strap on. Always be prepared.
I showed it to her and her eyes got wide.
“Holy shit… I uh, oh my god.”
“You want me to fuck you on this counter, cutie?”
“Y-yes. I can’t believe Im saying this, but all I want is for you to use that to make me cum all over this counter.
I quickly slipped into the strap on, and hopped up on the counter. I was on my knees, and she was leaning back with her hands on the counter, her head resting on one of the machines. I pulled her jeans off and tossed them gently on her face. She giggled and dropped them on the floor.
I looked her in the eyes and flicked her nipple with my finger as I slowly rubbed the head of the dick against her pussy. She moaned really, really loud, and started begging me.
“Please! Please put it in, I want it. I want you to fuck me and make me cum on the counter, please!”
I laughed, and slowly put it inside her, and started pumping my hips forward and back, slowly at first. I wanted to ease her into begging for more and more.
She was nodding vigorously. “Harder please, please, please, harder, harder!!”
After a minute of building it up, I was pounding her as I licked her nipple, and guided her hand down to rub her own clit.
“Oooohh fuck yes!! Oh my god ffffuck! I’m almost there, I’m almost there, please don’t stop!”
I tilted my head up and looked her in the eyes as I kept going. “Louder cutie, beg louder!”
“PLEASE DONT STOP, KEEP FUCKING ME PLEASE!!!”
My back was starting to get sore, but I powered through and went even faster. I could feel her getting closer and closer, her moans getting shorter and louder, and then the moans stopped and her head jerked back and her legs started shaking and kicking.
“Aaaahhhhhhh-aaahh!!! AAAH!! FUCK,” she squealed.
I slowly pulled out of her, and just as the tip was about to come all the way out, I put it back in as far as it would go.
“Ooooo-ooo-oo-ooohhh, f-f-f-fuuu-uuuck. Oh my god…”
“Mmmm, yes cutie. You like that?”
“Yes… yes… yes, so much. Fuck. I wish I could get fucked like that every day… Oh my god.”
I smiled, and had a thought, but tucked it away.
“Lick it clean now cutie,” I said as I hopped off the counter.
She slowly got off the counter, and got on her knees. I out my hand on top of her head, and played with her hair as she started sucking on the strap on cock.
“That’s right, cutie, make it nice and clean for me. Make sure you get all of it…” I loved watching her head bob back and forth on my strap on cock, and I played with her hair until she was done.
When she was done, I helped her stand up and took off the strap on, tucking it back inside my purse on the floor.
“Do you want to come now?” She asked, unable to take her eyes off my tits.
“Do you want to make me cum?”
“Y-yes. Yes, I do.”
“Do you want us to make each other cum a lot?” I asked her.
“Yeah.”
I touched her shoulder as I fished a card out of my purse.
“Go to this address after work. We’ll talk about it.”
I didn’t know that I wanted another harem when I started my day, but something about the thought of it again made me blush and smile.
I walked around the counter and grabbed a stool. I took it behind the counter again and set it down. I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs apart for her.
“Have you ever eaten pussy before, cutie?” I asked, patting the stool with my foot.
“N-no. No, I haven’t.”
“Call me Mistress,” I said, touching her shoulder as she sat down.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Put your face between my legs and make me cum, cutie.”
She did. She hadn’t eaten pussy before, but it was clear that she’d seen some porn of it. She decided to tongue fuck me as she rubbed my clit with her thumb. I was adorable seeing her head again bob back and forth, seeing her put great effort into it.
After a little bit, I took her other hand and had her play with my breast. She switched to licking my clit, and fingering me, which felt way better! First one finger, then two, and then I encouraged her into three.
She worked hard, and after a while, I was close.
“Yes, cutie, goooood, good, make your mistress cum. Good job, cutie.”
She moaned a little, my encouragement giving her more energy. She started flicking her tongue on my clit faster and faster, and jerking her fingers around inside be quicker. I could feel it coming, and a hot, pleasurable wave washed through me as my toes flicked and my feet fluttered. I moaned and grabbed her hair, and buried her face in my pussy as I came.
“Mmmm, very good! Fuck! Oooohh fuck, good job, cutie!”
“I did a good job, mistress?” She asleep looking up at me with my juices all over her face.
“Yes, cutie. For your first time, that was excellent.”
She smiled, and licked her lips as she stood up and kissed me. She was intoxicating and ravenous. I wanted more, even though I knew how it ended the last time I took on patterns for extended periods of time. It was so good this time, though. I was torn.
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