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Subject: {ASSM} Master PC: Creampie Edition - Chapter 6 (MF, exhib, mc)
Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 11:10:05 -0400
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Master PC: Creampie Edition
By OBOne (obone75@yahoo.com)

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Warning: The following is an erotic fantasy, which includes
references to Mind control. Not to be read by individuals under
the age of sexual consent in your country. This article may be
published unaltered electronically, or via paper provided it is
'Not for profit' (and you let me know). Publication via charging
media only with the express permission of the author. No
alterations allowed to this document, including this message.

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Chapter 6 - Recollection (MF, exhib, mc)

Chris got out of his car and popped the car trunk. He was pretty
much exhausted physically as well as mentally after the long
drive home from the airport. The flight was not too bad, Chris
slept through most of it. It was a nightmare once he got out of
the airport car park though. It did not help that he landed just
as the rush hour started. Chris mind was more or less blank as he
wheeled his luggage up the driveway towards the front door, and
missed that fact that Sandy's car was already in the driveway.

He left the luggage at the base of the stair and made his way
upstairs to the bedroom, hoping for a quick shower before his
wife came back from work. Only when Chris stepped into the
bedroom that he realized there were noises coming from the en
suite bathroom. Just as he about to investigate, the bathroom
door swung open and his gorgeous wife walked out from the
bathroom. Chris thanked himself that he had used the Program to
make himself physically healthy because otherwise he would have a
heart attack or a stroke by now.

Sandy was standing in the bathroom doorway with her weight on one
foot, slightly bending the other legs across. Her left hand
rested on her hip while Sandy leaned against the doorframe with
her right arm stretched way up. Her long blonde hair was dyed
light brown with blonde highlights and was styled like Jennifer
Aniston, framing her smooth face. That and her pose would
normally rise the blood pressure of any male but what she was
wearing would cure the blinds, and probably turn gay men
straight.

She had a two-piece silver outfit on with a pair of black high
heel boots. Chris guessed that they must be at least 4 inches and
came up nearly to her knees, making Sandy's legs looked much
slimmer and longer than they already were. Her outfit, if it
could be called that, basically consists three kitchen towels.
Her top was in the handkerchief style made famous a few years
back by also Jennifer Aniston. The difference here was that
Sandy's top was much smaller and its shape completely distorted.
Its top edge hung on the tip of her tits, barely covering the
nipples. The top's pointed front bottom was only a few inches
from the top edge so the bottom edge failed to cover the bottom
and the side of her tits. With Sandy large tits almost defying
gravity, the bottom edge of the top was hanging in mid-air away
from Sandy's body. Chris could see the shadows made by his wife
huge large nipples under the silver handkerchief top. The top
moved back and fro with each breath Sandy took. T!
he silver miniskirt was made up of two small pieces of material
tied together on both side by strings, leaving a two inches gaps
on each side. The bottom of the skirt barely cover Sandy already
wet pussy and the string tie sides advertised the fact she was
not wearing any panties.

"You like?" Sandy asked as she ran her tongue over her wet lips.

"Ah, sure..." replied her husband after picking up his jaw from
the floor. After surveying his sultry wife outfit, Chris saw that
her skin was flawless and was lightly tanned. Then he remembered
the de-aging command he had set before he went on his business
trip. His wife skin was smooth like a baby bum and free of
blemishes that came naturally with age and sun light exposure,
and the light tan contrasted nicely against the silver outfit.

"I missed you lots these last couple of days. I was horny all the
time and kept thinking about what we can do once you get back."
Sandy told her husband as she stepped forward and started to
undress him. One by one she unbuttoned Chris shirt buttons, "And
I think I had been a bad girl..."

Chris stepped back until he was against the side of their bed.
"What do you mean 'you have been a bad girl'?"

"Well," Sandy pushed her still stunned husband onto the bed and
took off his shirt for him. "When I went to the mall to shop for
this outfit and other things, I was so horny I may have flashed
my body to some people in the mall." She got onto the bed herself
and sat astride her husband upper legs. She then started working
his trousers off as she continued her story.

"I went to the mall first to get a couple of outfit, which I will
show you later, and when I was trying out the outfits in the
changing room I got horny. So I decided to leave out my bra when
I put my work clothes back on. When I checked myself out in the
mirror I could I was showing lots of cleavage." Sandy slowly
worked her husband trousers down his legs and she realized that
her silver outfit must be slutty enough. The huge tent in front
of his pants was already soaked through with his pre-cum.

Sandy then proceeded to unbutton the front of his pants and took
his cock out through the opening. She wrapped her small hand
around the rock hard but slippery organ and stroke up and down
slowly. "So I was walking through the mall to the car park and
all I had was my suit jacket to cover my upper body. I could see
and feel every man and boy had their pair of eyes on my chest."

"When I walked past the food court, there was this group of young
college guys hanging around at the table. They were joking around
quite loudly but they saw me walking down their way, everyone
just stopped talking! I didn't look at them but I knew all of
them were staring at my chest first then my ass as I walked past
their table." Sandy ran her free hand down her stomach and onto
her left inner thigh. Slowly she pulled her micro skirt up and
revealed her wet pussy to Chris.

"Oh honey, the thought of all those men staring at my body made
me so hot. I could feel myself getting arouse as I continued
walking through the mall. By the time I got to my car I was so
horny that I was ready to jam my fingers into my wet pussy and
made myself cum in the car! But I could see people getting to
their cars nearby and I got scared. So I drove across town to
another shop where I got some more outfits including the one I
have on now." As Sandy was speaking, she smoothly untied the knot
of the string on the side of her skirt. She worked the string out
from the holes on the skirt one by one, until the skirt was held
together by one piece of string at the top.

"Babe, it is time for you to unwrap your homecoming present!"
Sandy told her husband, offering the string to Chris.

Chris moved his hand from the taunt, smooth thigh and pulled the
string. The micro skirt parted and he used his other hand to take
the skirt away from Sandy's hip.

Sandy shuffled forward and slowly lowered herself onto her
husband's rock hard cock. Chris saw her shiny pussy lips spread
to let in his cock head. Soon his entire cock disappeared into
her pussy and their bodies met at their groins.

"Mmmhhh... your cock feels so good. Fills me up just right,"
sighed Sandy. She put a finger over Chris' lips, "No, no, no. I
am the one telling the story. You just lay back and enjoy the
ride."

"Anyhow, that shop was more than just a cloth shop. There are
also magazines and toys on display, and there was two guys
reading at the magazine stand as I walked in. Both of them as
well as the man at the counter stared at me when I walked in. By
now I was very horny and getting a bit hot, so I had unbuttoned
my suit jacket before I went in. So those men saw me walked in,
my face and my chest flushed with my jacket barely covering my
tits. I could feel my pussy gushed as I made my way to the
clothes section." Leaning forward Sandy was grinding her pussy
against the slippery but hard cock, working it in and out of her
pussy.

Chris could not wait to hear the rest of the story. Before
receiving the Program, he had tried to get his wife to expose
herself in public many time without success. And now she was
doing it on her own initiative, in an adult sex shop no less!
Chris reached behind her back and searched for the clasp that
held her top together. He found that, like the skirt, her top was
held together by short string. Once untied, the tiny handkerchief
top just fell off Sandy's body. Chris grabbed Sandy's tits and
pinched her delicious nipples, prompting a moan from her. As his
wife continued riding up and down on his cock, Chris could see
cunt juice leaked from her cunt lips and dripped down onto his
balls and inner thighs.

"I could tell from the corner of my eyes all three of the men
were staring at me as I browsed through the clothes... So slowly
and deliberately I went through the rack, aahhh, picked out a few
sets and held up against my body." The feeling of her pussy
filled by her husband cock was affecting Sandy's body. Her
concentration was interrupted each time her clit was bumped on
the down stroke. Her breathing was getting shallower and shorter,
and Sandy was finding it hard to continue her tale. Matter was
not helped when Chris started thrusting up to meet her own.

"Mmmnnn... that's it. Give it to me." Sandy moaned, "If you keep
this up, I won't be able to tell my story."

"Fuck the story! I want to fuck you instead!" Chris settled the
matter by grabbing her hip with both hands and bounced her body
hard on his cock.

"Oh fuck! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty wife!" screamed
Sandy. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to cum! Don't stop!" With Chris
taken control of their fucking, Sandy freed her hands from his
chest and moved to her own. Her palms cupped the underside of her
firm tits and as Sandy pinched her nipples with her fingers, the
pain and pleasure took her body over the edge.

Even as he was bouncing his wife body over his cock, Chris could
tell she was getting very close to cumming. He noticed that it
did not take that long time for her to have her first orgasm.
Either she was really turned on before they started or it was
something else. Then Chris remembered that Sandy now possessed a
much younger body than her age suggested. He recalled vividly how
wild she was when they were dating in college. They fucked at
every possible opportunities and every possible locations, some
more risky than the others. Sandy then would cum within a minute
or so of fucking and would not stop until he cummed himself.
Oftentimes when she was really horny, Sandy would have a true
multi-orgasm for the whole duration and Chris was envy, if
sometimes jealous of that. But time and priority had taken its
toll. Both Chris and Sandy were no longer young and their work
had taken more from them than they realized. But now with his
possession of the Program, Chris's body felt an!
d behaved like a twenty-something again, and apparently so was
his wife with her rejuvenated body.

Sandy's scream and her stiffen body brought Chris back to reality
and he pulled his wife body hard against his and let her rode
through her orgasm. Soon Sandy slumped forward and lay on top of
her husband, her body twitching sporadically in the aftermath of
her orgasm.

"My... If sex is always this good after you go away for a few
days, you should do that every week!" Sandy whispered between
breaths. "Hey you haven't cummed yet, have you?"

"How do you know that?" joked Chris.

"Are you close?"

"No, not really."

"Ok, do you want to hear the rest of the story while I catch my
breath before the next round?" queried Sandy, and got a moan in
return. "So, you like hearing your slutty wife showing her body
off to strangers, do you? You nasty man."

The lunge of her husband cock, still deep in her pussy, was
answer enough for her. "Where was I? Oh yes. After picking out
some clothes, I walked up to the man at the counter and asked
where the changing room was. He pointed at the corner of the shop
where there was just a rope up high holding an old curtain. His
eyes never strayed away from my almost bared chest and my pussy
was getting wetter as I made my way to the makeshift changing
room."

"After I hung up the clothes and tried to close the curtain, I
realized that whether by design or not, the curtain was too
narrow to cover the whole opening. Whatever I did a good 6 inches
gap was always on one side or the other. Then I realized I could
use that to my advantage and left the gap opened on the left side
where everyone in the shop could see me through it."

"Then I turned around with my back facing the gap and started
undressing as if no one could see me. Since there wasn't a stool
to sit on, I had to bend down to take my skirt off. I knew that
would showed the men outside my ass and my long legs so I took it
slower than necessary."

Chris could no longer hold out so he gently rolled their still
attached bodies over on the bed, with him ending on top of his
wife. "Did you take your panties off?"

"I thought about it but I was a bit scare and not ready to show
them everything yet. Good thing too as my panties was soaked with
my juice and probably stuck to my pussy!"

Chris caught the 'yet' bit and his heart skipped a beat. He could
not wait to see what his wife would do next. With that, he
started fucking his wife wet pussy.

"That's it. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it good." Sandy teased, "Give it
a good pounding. I need to be punished after I let all those men
to see my body."

That was music to Chris' ears and he picked up his pace. "What
happened next?" he asked as Sandy wrapped her long tan legs
around his waist.

"Grrnn, then I tried on all the clothes, each time making sure
the men outside got an eyeful of my body. Arrggh... Couple of
times I played with my nipples to get them hard to see how the
outfit looked that way." Sandy was amazed that she could already
feel another climax approaching. She no longer cared about
telling the story and had left much of the details out.

Chris did not care either as his imagination ran wide while his
fucking getting more frantic. He could just see his wife
stripping down and trying on slutty outfits while men were
watching on. He knew those men would love to close the shop and
fucked his wife till they were exhausted, and then more. The
thought and image of his lovely but yet slutty wife being fucked
in all three holes sparked his orgasm.

"Fuck! Fuck! Take this! Ahhh..."

Sandy was having similar thoughts of her own. What would she do
if those men did not behave themselves and decided to rape her?
Would it be rape? She probably would be more than a willing
participant in her then condition. She had never cheated on her
husband and the mere thought of having sex with another man made
her hot. Then she thought those men probably want to have their
way with her at the same time! The image of being triple
penetrated burnt into her mind as she felt her pussy being filled
with hot cum and triggered her own orgasm.

----

Chris awoke with a start and realized that he had dozed off.
Evidently so had his wife. She was sleeping on her side, legs
curled up slightly. Her round and firm ass was facing him and as
he sat up on the bed, Chris could see the bottom half of her ass
was still wet with their combined juices. So were her inner
thighs and the bed underneath. He contemplated whether he should
wake her up by cleaning the mess up with his tongue but then a
thought popped into his now devious mind.

He got off of bed quietly as not to disturb his wife and went to
the bathroom to clean up. He then put on a pair of short and went
into his study to unpack his laptop. While it was booting up,
Chris thought about how he was going to accomplish what he had in
mind. It could not be too obvious otherwise Sandy would not go
along unless helped with a dose of the Program. That was not
exactly what he wanted as Chris still trying his hardest to
modify his wife as little as possible.

"Bong!" Emails were popping up on the screen.

Chris went through the subject lines and most of them were just
work related. He could deal with them next Monday, this was the
weekend after all. Then one email caught his eyes. It was from
Andrea and it read, "Hi Chris. I had a great time last couple of
days, and would love to meet up with you again. I know you are
married so I understand if you don't want to. Give me a call, you
have my number. XXX Andrea"

"You are not working already? You just got back." Sandy asked
from the study's door.

Chris quickly close the email and turned around, "No, just
checking that's all. Nothing special, just the same old crap."

"Good! I intend to have you to myself all this weekend." Sandy
was dressed in her robe only and was holding the bunched up bed
sheet in her arms.

"Laundry?" Chris noticed that the robe was one of her shorter
ones and showed off her long tan legs to great effect.

"Uh huh. Unless you want to sleep on the wet spot tonight."

"So what plans do you have in mind for?" asked Chris.

"Oh, you know. The usual. Wine and dine. Shopping and may be
clubbing tomorrow night?"

"No sex?"

"Silly, sex is what we're going to do in between!"

"Ok..." said Chris as his wife walked away.

Chris wondered what he had done to deserve all these good luck.
With a bit more luck, he might be able to arrange what he had in
mind in time for Saturday night. He opened the email program and
clicked on 'Reply'...

----

To be continued

Comments are welcome at obone75@yahoo.com


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