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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Master PC: Creampie Edition Chapter 6 (MF, exhib, mc)
Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 13:10:06 -0500
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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. The 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 see 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 and 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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