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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Gift. ch.7-9 (MF, mc, cheat)
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The Gift.

by Spiller.

Chapter seven.

  Days passed in a blur. At times I felt like I was passenger on
a bus, which had lost the brakes. Mary and Henny kept me pretty
busy, especially after the `archive' was finished the following
Wednesday; on the other hand I worked very hard with dad and his
exercises. He really was an excellent teacher and a nice guy.
Actually I thought one day: "I wish I had had him for a father."

  "I read that, my boy, and thank you for the compliment! You
know, that was what I had in mind when I wanted so much to get in
contact with you."

  A couple of days before the scheduled meeting with Mr.
Peterson, Mary and I had had a very lovely session in our bed. We
fell asleep, Mary with her head on my shoulder, but later in the
night I woke up. For a while I just enjoyed the heavy cloud of
happiness and satisfaction, which was hanging in the room; Mary's
steady breathing, and my own sense of contentment, which was so
new to me.

  I could feel that I was not going to fall asleep right away, so
for exercise I gathered my wits and sent out a message to dad. It
was a great surprise that a minute later he was there.

  "Congratulations, son," he `said'. "I received that message,
and I was not at all thinking of you. You really have advanced a
lot faster than I thought possible."

  "Thank you. I have worked hard on it, though, that may be the
reason."

  "Yes, I have followed you now and then, but your hard work has
paid off, plus you must have abilities far beyond average. By the
way: Why did you summon me?"

  "Not for any special reason, dad. I was just feeling happy, and
I thought you ought to know. So I tried. Hope I didn't disturb
you in anything important."

  "No, no. Never fear that. I'm ready any time. But I have to
admit one thing, though."

  "What's that?"

  "I wish you wouldn't call me when you're naked with that
lovely, horny woman you've got there."

  "Oh, why?"

  "She's sending out such strong emotions through you, that this
dirty old man gets quite improper feelings of his own. It might
make you jealous, if you are so inclined. There, now you know
it."

  "Ha, ha. Stirring earthly longings in you? Well, I'm not the
jealous type, at least not any more. I guess my growing
confidence is responsible for that. But if she distracts you too
much I can go down into the living room. I want to talk a little
more, now that you're here."

  "That would be a good idea."

  I managed to get out of bed without waking up Mary, and from
the big armchair I told him: "I think I shall need some advice,
if you'd say I'm getting closer to control on the distance."

  "You are. I'd even say you could do it now. At least you could
try."

  "How would I go about it?"

  "If it's about women, you try to do exactly what you have done
up till now, only you don't need physical contact any more. The
rules and technique are the same."

  "I get that. And I shall try. But what if I want to influence
people to give me certain specific advantages? What then?"

  "Use words, combined with pictures, but use them in such a way
that your victim will feel, it is his own idea. Let me give you
an example, even if it is still premature: If you want to get
something out of your new actions in the company, you should wait
until your results turn up in accounts. Then you plant images of
yourself in Mr. Peterson's mind, plus words like `bonus',
`raise', `deserve', etc.  That way he will think it's his own
idea that you deserve part of the profit, you have created for
the company. Do you get that?"

  "Oh, yes. If he thinks the idea is his own, I'm much more
likely to get it."

  "Right. As you get better at it, there are almost no limits to
what you can do, but I should volunteer some advice."

  "Sure, any advice is welcome. I'm new to this, you know."

  "OK. Never bite off a bigger chunk than you can chew. You might
easily influence the chairman of the board to make you managing
director, but it wouldn't last long, because you are not
qualified. Right?"

  "Right!"

  "If your company owns a house you'd like to buy, it would be a
piece of cake to make them sell it to you at 25 percent of the
value. But you'd get tax authorities at your heels, whereas if
you make them sell it to you at, say 70 percent, you'd still get
a lovely bargain, and no one would raise an eyebrow. Get the
idea?"

  "Sure. Sounds very sensible."

  "Remember, this is your dad talking, not your
mind-control-instructor. Your possibilities are almost limitless,
but you would not want the rest of your life to be a roller
coaster ride. You are too old for that. Use the gift to give your
clouds, not a silver lining but a gold or platinum lining."

  "Thank you for the advice. You know, I might have plunged head
on into something that might be too much. I'm grateful forthat."

  "You're welcome, son. Keep practicing, it will increase the
speed you can operate on, and your distance will increase. Call
me if you have any questions or advice to ask, or if you just
want a cosy chat. And now, get back behind that lovely ass you've
got upstairs."

  Mary was fast asleep when I returned. I stood by the bed for a
little while and enjoyed the sight of her naked body. I wondered
how that woman could harbour so many horny and kinky desires. I
wondered for a short moment how I would have handled it, if I had
known 20 years ago. Then I gave up, climbed back on the bed and
snuggled up behind her like a spoon, and soon I was back to
sleep.

Chapter eight.

  Wednesday morning. The scheduled meeting with Mr. Peterson was
for 10 o'clock. Henny was gathering papers and copying a few,
when I noticed her longish skirt. Ah, no panties.

  I went up behind her, put my arms round her from behind and
kissed her neck. "If this meeting is just halfway a success, I
think we need to schedule another meeting in our `archive'. I
have a burning lust to find out, if that skirt has the length
that indicates what I want to find under it."

  She laughed and pushed her ass against me. "I haven't the
faintest idea, what you want to find, and if I may say so myself,
I think my skirt is long and proper, sir. Should I consider this
to be a sexual harassment?"

  "As long as you leave the pressing of charges to me, you may
consider it to be."

  "Well, thank you, Sir, in that case I shall schedule our
conference for 11 o'clock. Will that suit you?"

  "I can hardly wait."

  The meeting with Mr. Peterson went very well. He authorised any
kind of information I might want from the other departments, I
was given permission to call for meetings between departments,
and at last he even congratulated us on the planning.

  "Do you have any wishes to add, Mr. Hansen?"

  "Well, I have missed a couple of possibly fine shipments during
these last 2 weeks. Bulk offers which were sold, before samples
could reach us by mail. If I had been able to go there myself we
might have made a couple of fine deals."

  "Do I read you like this: You'd like a travel-account to make
it possible to go on short notice?"

  "Yes, actually. You probably know very well how long time an
application for an airplane ticket may take to get through our
bureaucracy."

  "Oh, dear, do I know. I shall tell `communications' that for
this trial period you are allowed immediate air travel within
Europe. Will that suffice?"

  "Certainly."

  "OK. You've got it, and I trust you to balance expenditure with
the benefit."

  Back to the office. On the way I just managed to be thankful
that I had followed dad's advice, not to use mind control, yet.
Then I was torn back to present times by Henny. In the lift she
pressed herself close to me and whispered: "That means a
`conference' in the archive, doesn't it?"

  "You bet!"

  We had only just closed the outer door to my office when Henny
turned towards me, lifted up the hem of her skirt to show me her
stockings and suspenders, plus a novelty for her: A smooth,
shaved pussy.

  "I want you to take me in there, and just fuck me right away.
I've been horny for two days, and I'm in no need for foreplay."

  From the janitor Henny had solicited an old, very solid table.
She had made him cut the legs down to her size, almost the same
height as her kitchen table. Unceremoniously she jumped up on it,
while I loosened my pants, then she spread her lovely legs as
wide as they would go and groaned: "Fuck me."

  I bent down with the intention of having a nice taste of her
naked pussy, but she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "I said
fuck me. Just put it in and fuck me. You can suck it when you
have fucked me, if you want." God, I loved it when she was so
rude.

  "OK, take it, then, and put it in. I shall damn well fuckyou!"

  My cock had not reached full hardness when I entered her, but
that was remedied very fast. Her cunt was delicious. Dripping
wet, very hot, and very tight. When she clenched my cock with
that hot cunt, I grew to full size and hardness in a couple of
seconds. When I hit bottom the first time she groaned: "Aaahhh,
that's good, God, I love it. Shit, I could cut it off and keep it
up there forever."

  When we equipped the archive we had spent some time on that
table, and had had a lot of fun out of it. With carefully
measured distance a lamp and a hook for the waste bag  was
screwed into the edge of the table. Now Henny spread a little
wider and hooked her feet behind these items. She looked very
vulgar in this position, and she knew it, and she enjoyed it. On
top of that, it made it possible for me to fuck hard and deep
into her. Which she also enjoyed.

  "AAhhhh. You are making me so lovely sore up there, Erik.
Oohhh." It was furious, violent and fast! After only a few
minutes I grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against me, while
I started coming. When she felt me shaking and pumping against
her it triggered her own orgasm, and she exploded with a deep
groan. "Yessss, yesss," she panted into my ear, "Ohhh, it's so
good. It just goes on! Aaaahhhhhh."

  With a long sigh, like a wheel loosing air, the tension and the
contractions stopped, and I pulled out my dripping cock. I kissed
her, and then I grabbed a Kleenex from the box Henny had placed
strategically on the table, dried my cock off and pulled up my
pants. All through this Henny maintained her vulgarly spread
position.

  "Didn't you want to lick it? I shaved it for you, you know."

  She was such a nasty sight! Her cunt was very open, her shaved
lips glistened with juice, and a small treacle of grey sperm
seeped out of her.

  "Oh, what the hell, if she can eat it, I won't die from a few
drops on my tongue," I thought. I pulled a chair up in front of
her and sat down. I rubbed my cheeks against the tops of her
stockings. I don't know why, but those stockings never cease to
fascinate me. Then I licked her thighs, alternating between left
and right, and at last I kissed her mons and licked it. When my
tongue worked its way towards her crack she seemed to come alive,
and when I touched her clit with the tip, and then moved down
towards her vagina, she groaned and rocked her cunt against me.
The taste was not so bad. Slightly salty, I'd say, and mixed with
her abundant juice it was downright delicious!

  "Oh, this is nasty," she groaned. Her voice was trembling when
she said: "Oh, my God, you are eating your come out of me! That
is soooo perverse! I've dreamed of that for years!... God, I'm
coming again. I'm coming. Yesss, suck it, you nasty you.
Oooooohh." Quickly I pushed two fingers up her cunt and sucked
her clit into my mouth. She pulled her feet out of the supports
and clamped her trembling thighs round my cheeks, and her cunt
really massaged my two fingers.

  Gradually she came down from Mount Everest. I pulled my fingers
out, and her legs slumped down on my shoulders. When I lifted my
head from her cunt and looked up, I was met with two starlit eyes
and a happy, content smile. I pushed the chair back and lifted
her off the table. We kissed, and for a moment we just stood
there, arms around each other.

  "That was the nastiest, Erik! You wouldn't know how much I
loved it."

  "I'd say you painted a pretty lifelike picture, Henny. By the
way: I love your shaved pussy."

  "That's good. I did it for you, you know."

  "What about your husband, did he mind?"

  "He hasn't seen it yet. I wanted you to be the premiere. But
he's coming home tonight, so I can tell you tomorrow."

  "Oh, he's going to stay at home for a while, now?"

  "Bloody, no. He's leaving again Friday."

  "Will you do something really nasty for me?"

  "I promise you, if you'll do what you did today, just once or
twice a month, I'll do anything for you. Even nasty stuff."

  "If you liked me sucking my sperm out of your cunt, I'm sure
you'll like this one, too."

  "OK, what?"

  "Can you come to work half an hour early on Friday?"

  "Sure. No problem."

  "I want you to seduce your husband to a farewell morning-fuck,
then you put on a pair of tight plastic or rubber panties, to
keep it all in there, and bring me your filled cunt for a morning
fuck in the archive."

  "Oh, my God, NO, no, yes, yessss....you nasty, crazy man. THAT
is wild."

  "Will you do it?"

  "Will I do it? The pope couldn't stop me! Oh, God, the more I
think of it, the hornier I get. Yes, of course I'll do it."

  "Good, I'll be half an hour early, too, so we'll have a little
time to ourselves.  But for now, we'll have to get some work
done."

  "Right, nasty Sir."


Chapter nine.

  I have to admit, that so far this day had been a real boost to
my ego. What had happened on the job could only be described as a
major break through; and I had not even used mind control, yet!
If I may say so, I also had reason for being just a little proud
of my success with Mary and Henny. After all, the images I had
planted in their minds were long gone, and yet both of them
seemed to be developing more and more advanced desires.

  The idea came to me as I was driving home. I turned off at the
next exit and drove back downtown. I had decided to take Mary one
step further, and I entered an adult bookshop with the intention
to buy cuffs for her wrists and ankles. Suddenly it dawned upon
me that this would be a perfect place for a first test-run on
`remote control'. This guy would probably never see me again; at
least it was of my own choosing whether he should or not.

  I went up to the shelves with porn videos. For a little while I
concentrated hard on forming the images of soft leather cuffs,
and when I was ready I directed them, together with a diffuse
image of myself, to the young salesman. Once they were sent, I
turned back to the videos.

  "Can I help you, Sir?" The young guy looked eager to serve.

  "I'm just browsing."

  "Maybe I could call your attention to some very fine cuffs, we
have just acquired from Italy. They are very luxurious. A bit
expensive, I have to admit, but since you are the first person I
show them to, I might offer you a special price?"

  My God, it was working! How the hell would he know what I was
here for, if it was not through the mind control?

  "OK, show me. I just might get interested."

  The cuffs were absolutely gorgeous. Not only were they
beautiful, almost like jewellery, but also they were extremely
comfortable, made of the softest black leather with a purple
velvet lining. Each cuff had two steel rings for fastening ropes
or chains. I ended up purchasing four cuffs, plus half a metre of
very light chain with hooks on each end. He sold me all of it for
50 dollars. When I was about to leave, he even threw in a small
zippered `leather' bag, which would hold it all.

  "Welcome home, dear. Did you have a nice day?"

  God, that wife of mine had sex written all over her! These last
few days she had received me in the same dress: A long, very
loose and roomy design, which looked so damn sexy anyway, because
it was made of shiny, clinging, pale blue silk; or maybe it was
some kind of nylon, how would I know. But I knew that, like the
other days, she would be naked under it, except for stay up
stockings.

  "You bet it was a good day. I have a lot to tell you." I kissed
her warmly.

  "How exciting. I've put the whisky and a couple of glasses on
the terrace. Go and relax for five minutes, and I'll be out with
two cappuccinos."

  "Thank you, love. You're so nice to come home to."

  Five minutes with your eyes closed, relaxing in the evening
sun, should be listed on the bill of human rights. Add to that a
sexy wife placing two cups of cappuccino on the table! She
noticed the small `leather' bag, which I had placed on thetable.

  "Hey, what's that? Something for me?"

  "Sure, but you'll have to wait a little."

  I poured our whiskeys, and while we enjoyed the sweet coffee
and the whisky, I told her about my meeting with Mr. Peterson, my
extended authority and the travel arrangement.

  "But that's wonderful, darling. They are finally beginning to
appreciate you!" She jumped out of her chair and knelt in front
of me, grabbed my face between her hands and kissed me.
"Congratulations!"

  "Thank you. And now for the present. It's for you, but it is
also kind of a celebration gift to myself."

  I opened the little bag and pulled out two of the cuffs. While
she was still on her knees in front of me, I fastened them to her
wrists. She looked a little puzzled, first at the cuffs and then
at me.

  "They are very pretty. Tell me, are they what I think they
are?"

  "Easy, dear. Go back to your chair, and you'll soon know."

  Now it was my turn to kneel in front of her. As I fastened the
last two cuffs to her ankles, the expression on her face showed
that she knew, and when I fastened the chain between the ankle
cuffs she looked downright horny.

  "Oh, Erik. That is VERY sexy. Do you think I can walk with
these on?"

  "Slaves and chain-gangs can, so why shouldn't you? But I'm sure
you can't run away from me!"

  "Why would I want to do that? Help me up, I want to try."

  She was a damn sexy sight. The chain rattled against the tiles,
her movements were stiff and a little abrupt, which made her tits
jiggle in a most interesting way. I sat down again, enjoying the
sight.

  "I think you'll look even better without that dress on. Come
over here."

  "What if the neighbours are looking," she asked while she
walked towards me.

  "They wouldn't even get a peek of your tits, if they were.
Unless, of course, they climbed a ladder. And if they did, I'm
sure Hanne would become envious. Her tits are nothing compared to
yours."

  I had counted on pulling off her dress, myself, but as she came
closer she grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head with a
very sexy movement. Then she took the last two steps until she
was standing between my legs, naked except for stockings and
cuffs.

  "Do you think they are prettier than Hanne's?"

  "Being coy? You know very well that they are prettier, firmer,
bigger, and better." I placed my hands on them. A nice handful!
"In fact so much better, that I shall propose a late dinner."

  "If that is your wish, Sir, it will be a late dinner."

  "I want you to go and lie down on our bed, while I pick up some
flag line from the garage and lock the doors. Be careful when you
climb the stairs, I would hate to see you fall."

  When I came upstairs with the soft, strong line, she was lying
on her back on the bed. I bent down and kissed her, and then I
opened the doors of the `French balcony'. Noises from the
neighbourhood came into the room. A lawnmower, cars starting or
stopping, kids laughing and playing, a barking dog.

  "This is such a luxury, darling. All around us people are busy,
the way they always are at this time of the day, and I'm
preparing to tie up my sexy wife and use her to my heart's
desire, and for the longest time."

  "Oh, Erik, how I love you. I'm sure that if only the other
husbands would do something similar, there'd be a bundle of
happier wives around here."

  I decided then and there to take my time. Slowly I undressed,
and I spent quite some time cutting lines to the right lengths,
and then tie them to the four corners of the bed. All the time
Mary followed my every movement with eager eyes. When I reached
out for her left hand, she willingly lifted her arm and placed it
in my hand. I threaded the soft line through one of the steel
rings and tied it with a double knot. When I moved to the other
side of the bed, her hand was already in the right position. I
was careful not to tighten the line too hard. I wanted her to be
able to move her arms a little, so she'd be comfortable.

  "Let's see how much you'll be able to defend yourself."

  She pulled hard at the ropes, but she couldn't get her hands
anywhere near her shoulders. "Not much I can do now, is there?"

  "No."

  I unhooked the chain from her ankles and placed it across her
belly. I tied the ropes to her ankle cuffs a lot shorter than to
her hands. Her legs were spread very wide, now, and she couldn't
move them together. She looked wonderfully vulnerable, and in
spite of that, or maybe because of that, I saw the first droplets
of juice seep out of her.

  From the battery of bottles on her dresser I picked a small
bottle of lavender oil. As far as I remembered, it had a nice
smell, and you don't need a lot of it to make your hands slip and
slide on the skin. I then straddled her hips and held the bottle
above her chest. Looking into her eyes I let a few drops fall
between her breasts, and while I put the cork back in, I said:
"This time I'm going to let my hands enjoy your body for as long
as they like. You are a fine looking woman, Mary."

  "Thank you, Sir, but I'm not sure I can take it for very long.
I have been quite horny this afternoon."

  "You see, dear, that's the point: You can't do anything about
it!" I wet my hands in the oil and started with her breasts. They
were so soft and delicious, and I hadn't caressed them for very
long before her nipples were standing hard and proud. Over the
next 15 minutes I took good care of her neck, her arms and
shoulders, even her forehead and cheeks. I also tickled her ears
with fingers and tongue, and returned to her breasts.

  While I uncorked the bottle, I got down between her legs and
found a comfortable position on my knees. A thin trail of oil
followed my movement, and when I recorked the bottle there would
be plenty of oil for her belly and thighs.

  "Close your eyes, dear. I want you to let your fantasies free.
While I massage your belly, your thighs and your pussy, you must
be open to any kind of horny fantasy, which may enter yourhead."

  "Yes, I shall do that, if that's what you want. I'm already so
horny I feel like exploding."

  "Very good, that's what I like."

  It was terribly exciting to massage her this way. Her belly was
lovely, and for a long time I alternated between her belly and
thighs, with small detours to her pussy. I would masturbate her
for a little while, but if I felt she was getting close to an
orgasm, I would return to belly or thighs.


To be continued......















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