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The Gift.
By Spiller.

Chapter one

  I cannot even contemplate how many times I have wished for that
secret gift, which would give me the power to manipulate people's
minds. I cannot even imagine, I should be the only one to harbour
such a wish.

  I know all too well where this fantasy originates. You see, I
am your 100% average man. Average looks, average brains, average
height and in every way a man of average success. I hardly need
to interpret to you, my dear reader, what that means.

  Although I know that envy is one of the cardinal sins, I have to
confess to it. Oh, my, do I have to confess. Those horrible
teen-age years, when all the girls had their attention focused on
the tall guys, the handsome guys, even the fresh and the rough
ones, but never on young mister Average. That was the time I felt
those pangs of envy for the first time. Or  in college. When I
watched the guys with brains and money skedaddle through it all.
While I had to study hard to get my grades, they spent most of
their time at parties and in different beds, and when graduation
got closer they had picked the prettiest and sexiest of the
girls. I got laid one lousy time, and that was only because the
girl wanted to make a lost boyfriend  jealous. He did not notice,
and I got a lousy, pathetic lay.  Envy.

  Graduation, job, applying myself to a `career' in a large
corporation. Where the guys with charisma, with the easy-going
charm, with the power to attract attention, stole all the
promotions, and left me right in the middle of the pyramid, where
nobody would notice me, as long as I filled my quota. Envyagain.

  As the unproductive envy slowly seeped out of me, it was replaced
by a kind of reluctant acceptance. If this was the way it was
going to be, I had better come to terms with it and get on with
some kind of a life.

  I met an average girl. Mary and I liked each other, got married,
settled down in a fairly nice house, and within three years we
had two average children. Our daily life was a comfortable
routine, and our love life was fairly satisfactory, though not
very spectacular.

  That was the time when the fantasies started. First I toyed a
little with the idea of mind reading, but after some time I had
to admit, that I probably would not like to know what other
people thought of me. Then I read some books and short stories
where mind-control was part of the plot. The idea appealed to me,
and for a couple of years I liked to spend a little time, just
before falling asleep, choosing a person and then imagine, what I
should like to do to his or her mind. Great fun. Eventually my
imagination dried up, and for a short period the fantasies became
more like a sleeping pill because of the repetitions, and I
forgot about it.

  Years later I became quite absorbed by the different ideas of the
afterlife. Suffice it to say, that one evening I visited a
spiritist `temple' in Copenhagen, and the medium brought me
messages from my deceased father. This was the first time I
visited the place, so he could not know who I was, but anyway he
told me details about looks, nicknames, family events etc. that
were so precise, they had to come `from the source'. I was
convinced. Days later I contacted this medium in order to learn,
if I could `receive' in the same way. I was told that it might be
possible, given  the circumstances, because a person `from the
other side', was trying to contact me. He set up a program of
meditation and training of my mind, to open up to messages which
were there, but which were unknown to most people. Eureka. In
only three months I received the first flashes of insight, and
one month later I would have short conversations with my father,
who had died when I was only 10. For fear of ridicule I kept all
this a deep secret, not even my wife knew anything, and for the
first time I had some use of my very average position in the
company pyramid: I could spend all my mental power on this
project, with no harm done to my so-called career.

  From our `conversations' I learned, that my father's wish to
make contact, was very strong. He felt, that by getting himself
killed in a stupid, self-inflicted accident, he had been a major
contributor to my utterly average life, not being there in my
formative years to enhance my confidence and courage, and he had
a strong wish to `do something' for me. Alas, it was much too
late to make any fundamental changes to my life, but when I
`told' him about my fantasies of mind control, he became very
enthusiastic. That was a field where he could do something for
me, although he warned me: To gain full control would take a long
time, but limited attempts might bring bits of sunlight into my
dull life, while I struggled to gain full control.

  First he taught me to go through the same mental training I had
had, while I attempted to receive messages from `the other side',
only this time reversed: I was to send out `messages' of my own.
As soon as he felt that I had reached some kind of proficiency in
this field, he set out to teach me how to execute my first
attempts in mind control. As a beginner I should need skin
contact with the person I wanted to influence. Then I was taught
how to form images in my mind, which I could transfer to the
`victim' and then later connect to different centres of emotion.

  I started out with my wife, who was the easiest person to achieve
skin contact with. I transferred an image of myself to her, which
I later connected to the emotions she would have in her abdomen,
so that all the many times every day, when sex crossed her mind,
it would be connected to my image. The result was evident in only
two days. She became much more focused on me, and for the first
time in years she took the initiative in bed. A week later I
planted the image of my lips and tongue on her cunt, and
connected it to her clitoris, and in just a few days she
straddled my face and demanded to be licked out. That was an
absolute first. My confidence grew, and I was ecstatic when I was
met with absolute success, gaining access to her ass for my
finger and my cock. At this time my father advised me to take my
new skill `to town'.

  On his advice I transferred an image of hardworking me to my
wife, in order to assure peace on the home front, should I stay
out late, and I decided that Jannie should be my first target.
She is a luscious redhead who often visits a café, where I like
to listen to jazz, but she is 16 years my junior, and although we
will hug in a friendly way when we meet, she has never shown any
sexual interest. But I sure have lusted for her! Fortunately my
wife is no jazz fan, and over the years she has got used to my
going there about twice a month.

  The next jazz evening I transferred my image to Jannie, and made
connections to her abdomen, vagina and clit. All this was done in
the few seconds we hugged, cheek to cheek, and then I went to the
bar and bought my first beer. Later I sat down at another table,
only to be joined by Jannie during the second intermission. We
danced a few dances, and when the band played their version of
`Take The A-Train', Jannie asked if I'd like to hear the original
recording - at her place, of course. I knew she lived only 3
minutes walk from the café, and before the band had finished
their gig, we were on our way.

  In her apartment she poured us a couple of drinks, then she put
the CD on the player, and when `Take The A-Train' started, she
turned round, stretched out her arms and said: "Care to dance it
once more?" Jannie is almost as tall as I am, and her wonderful
body felt so soft and pliant, it was almost as if she melted into
me. In the privacy of her own apartment, her dancing was a lot
more sexy and suggestive, and for once I didn't hesitate taking
the initiative. When I reached in and opened the two top buttons
of her dress, I was met with a smile of approval, and half a
minute later she opened the last three herself. The top of her
breasts, which could be seen over her black bra, was a matte,
pearly white, with a few freckles on. What a sight. As my hands
caressed her body I could feel, that she was wearing panties and
stay up stockings, so I planted the image of her in underwear
into her mind. A little later she stepped away from me, opened
the belt of her dress, and soon she had pulled it over her head,
thrown it on an armchair, and then she melted into my arms again.
"Do you like to see me like this?" she whispered.

  "No, I don't like it. I love it! You look gorgeous, Jannie, even
better than I had imagined." I hugged her close, grabbed her soft
ass with both hands and pressed her tummy against my erection.

  I learned a lesson that night. A lot of the excitement was taken
out of it, if I made my control too detailed. While we were
hugging, rocking slowly in rhythm with the music, I transferred
an image of her, lying on her bed with only her stockings on, and
therefore it was no surprise to me, when she took my hand and
guided me to her bedroom, where she shed her bra and panties, and
lay down on her bed. I then and there decided not to use control
for the rest of the evening, unless something very specific
became important to me. Never fear. Jannie was one hot lady.
First thing I noticed was her shaven cunt, which is not that
common in Denmark. Second was her almost luminant, white skin,
but best of all was the look of wanton lust in her eyes.

  In no time I was naked and stretched out beside her. God, I
needed to feel that naked, soft body against mine. I started
caressing her, but she whispered: "I've wanted you in me for so
long. Please fuck me."

  "Just a second, Jannie. I've got to taste that lovely, plump and
naked cunt. God, you look sooo inviting." I kissed my way down
her body, till my mouth rested on that sweet, naked mussel. She
tasted wonderful, and she was really a woman worth sucking. There
was plenty of juice to drink, and just a few seconds of sucking
her clit got her going. All the time she let out the horniest
sighs and moans I ever heard. The sound of them went straight to
my cock! Soon she was making small humping motions, pushing her
cunt closer to my face, and at last she grabbed my head and tried
to push it up her cunt. At least that was how it felt. She
screamed her way through a violent orgasm and when it died down
she grabbed my hair and pulled.

  "Up here, now. And fuck me. That was lovely, but I need your cock
now. Fuck me. Take meeee!"

  How could I disobey such an order?  She was absolutely wonderful.
Her cunt was slippery and hot, but surprisingly tight, and again
she used those small movements from the dance. She felt so
absolutely vibrant and alive against my skin, the way she was
always moving some part of her body against me: Little twists of
her shoulders would rub her big breasts against my chest, or she
would squeeze her thighs rhythmically around my hips, and so on.
I could feel that I should not last very long in this hot woman,
but suddenly I remembered that I had overheard Jannie say, she
liked it a bit rough.

  I grabbed her wrists and held them down hard above her head, and
then I started fucking her really hard: Fast and then slow, fast
again, but always slamming my pelvis down on her. The physical
strain of this would make me last a little longer, and Jannie
certainly welcomed it.

  "Oh, Erik, you are wonderful. God, this is good." Her groans
turned into little whimpers and then small screams. She was such
a wonderful sight when I looked down at her body: Her rounded
tummy quivered and her big breasts were flying around on her
chest.

  "AAAhhhh, Jannie, you are great. I'm going to come soon," I
groaned, as I was fucking her faster and faster.

  "Oh, yessss, me too, aaaahhhhh, yessss, yessss." She was
screaming almost at the top of her voice now, and miraculously we
hit the ceiling together. Her orgasm was a violent affair, and I
felt like her tight cunt squeezed the last drops out of me, as I
collapsed on top of her.

  I had let go of her wrists, and she threw her arms round my neck.
A little later she took my face between her hands and kissed me
all over, while she made little humming noises in her throat.
"MMmm, Erik, this was absolutely lovely. I wouldn't have guessed,
that an old guy like you could be such a good fuck. If I had, I
should have scored you years ago." Her kisses belied her words
about my age.

  I kissed her back and said: "And I always thought you were too
young to be really good. If I had known, I might have made a pass
at you, then."

  My very satisfied cock slipped out of her, and she put her hands
on my shoulders and gave me a little push. "Well, don't you think
you have better get home to your little wife, so she won't become
suspicious? Can't have her wondering too much, if I want to do
this again next time there's jazz at the café."

  "But, Jannie, I feel a little lousy just getting up and out."

  "Don't even think of it, Erik. As much as I loved this, I'd hate
to sleep with you. I'm not made for sleeping together. I prefer
to do that alone, with your smell and the memory to keep me
company."

  Fifteen minutes later I opened my front door. As was usual after
a jazz evening, my wife had gone to bed, and I went directly to
the shower. Years ago she had complained that I smelled too bad
of smoke and alcohol, and it had become a habit to shower before
I went to bed. As I slipped under the covers she registered my
arrival, and she mumbled: "How nice of you to shower, dear. Was
the music good?" Before I even started to say something she was
asleep again.

  What surprised me most was the fact that I felt no guilt or
remorse. After all, this was the first time I had been unfaithful
to my wife, but all I could feel was joy and satisfaction. I did
not want to get involved in a moral discussion with myself, and a
few minutes later I was fast asleep.


CHAPTER TWO.

  Next morning in my car, on my way to work, my father was there
again. "Good morning, son. Had some good fun last night?"

  "Sure. It worked fine. By the way, how do you know?"

  "I followed you. Wanted to see how you managed. By the way, I'm
happy you found out that you should not control down into the
details. Takes the fun out of it."

  "I'm not quite sure that I like the idea of you watching me."

  "Well, you can't blame me, can you? She was a gorgeous woman,
that Jannie."

  "She sure was. Not that I have many to compare her with. You
probably know, too, that besides my wife I've only had one lousy
lay in college."

  "I know. I know. But we shall remedy that, right?"

  "I should hope so."

  "Well, son, but if you want privacy sometimes, I shall have to
teach you how to reach out with messages and calls to me. That
will also enable you to perform control without skin contact. Can
you arrange for some privacy in the near future? It's going to
take some tutoring."

  "I could bring home some papers and pretend I have to work on
my computer for an hour or so every day. I'm sure Mary would not
disturb me, and I'd have the peace of my home `office'."

  "OK. I'll be with you around five. In the meantime you could
sow an image or two into that secretary of yours. I've followed
her around, and even if she is not your typical knockout, I can
assure you that she is one hot little lady. I watched her only 15
minutes ago. She has put on a new colour of nail varnish this
morning. Gives you an excuse to take her hand and admire it,
doesn't it?"

  Once again I was alone in my car. Phew. He would have to stop
popping up while I was driving. I had absolutely no recollection
of my driving the last ten miles!

  To a certain degree it was a bit of an overkill, when my father
had called Henny `my secretary'. I should have loved to be in a
position, which would have entitled me to a full secretary, but
the fact was that I had to share Henny with Mr. Larsen in
`claims'. She was mine only from 11 to 3 every day.

  All the years we had worked together I had never thought of
Henny as anything but an efficient and amiable secretary. All I
knew about her was that she was married and had no children.

  Now I was going to look at her differently. I could hardly
recall a picture of her from memory! Oh, yes, she had a sweet
smile which also reached her eyes. She was not very tall. That
was all! In a few hours I was going to exploit the fact, that
statistically all women think of sex at least 20 times a day.OK!

  The morning rushed by and suddenly it was 11 o'clock. Henny
entered my office with her usual "Good morning," though it was
hardly morning any more. While she picked up papers from `in' and
`out' trays I had a chance to look at her undisturbed. What I saw
was a woman around 40 years of age, which I knew very well to be
true. She was small and slim, but her broad shoulders and rather
wide hips made her look a bit square. There was not much in the
tit department, but it was hard to judge, because her blouse was
loose. But I had remembered right about her face. She looked kind
and pleasant in a non-sexy way, which was the way she looked when
she turned towards me, smiled and said: "This order, are you sure
it is all right? I remember last time we ordered from that firm,
they were 2 weeks late on delivery."

  She stepped up in front of my desk and handed me the order
form. This gave me the chance. I took the paper and also took her
hand. "Oh, I think you have a new colour on your nails today."

  "I say, Mr. Hansen, I never thought you would notice that kind
of thing."

  "Well, ordinarily I wouldn't, but this colour goes splendidly
with your skirt, that's why I noticed."

  Of course she could not know that, during this short
conversation, I had planted a prepared image of myself and
connected it to her abdomen, no specific centre of emotions, just
generally her abdomen, which by the way looked nice and flat
under her skirt.

  I let go of her hand and commented on the order. "This time I
have ordered delivery three weeks earlier than absolutely
necessary. A little bothersome for our people in stores, but the
price is very attractive and their quality is more than
adequate."

  The rest of the morning was quite uneventful, and as usual
Henny and I went together to the company cafeteria for lunch. I
wondered if she should sit down at my table, as she did a few
times every month. Today she did.

  It was impossible not to notice that she had changed a bit. She
was a lot more talkative than was usual, and a few times she put
her hand on top of mine, as if to emphasize something. I took
those chances to connect my image to her vulva and her clit, plus
I planted a few blurry, nondescript images of her, fucking. Talk
about `Speedy Gonzales', but the chance was too obvious to pass.

  The afternoon was a delight. Henny was a lot kinder than usual,
or rather, she was as kind as she usually is, but on top of it
she made little hints, she went closer to me than ever before,
and a few times she even leaned against me when she showed me
some papers. To be honest I really enjoyed myself. I was
definitely not used to such overt approaches from women, and I
couldn't help taking a little advantage of it: Once I put my arm
round her shoulders and hugged her a little while I told her she
had done a good job on a special contract.

  Shortly before closing time she came into my office again.

  "Erik, that meeting with the Johnston Company tomorrow has been
rescheduled. Something came up and they just called and asked if
we could be there at half past 12. I know it's during our lunch
hour, but I said yes, as I know you think this meeting is
important. Maybe we could grab a bite in town when the meeting is
finished?"

  "Sure, Henny. I'm happy you accepted." The idea of getting out
of the house with Henny was quite appealing, and I decided to
plant yet another picture in her mind, and then no more. I formed
an image of her legs and hips in stockings and suspenders, then I
took her hand: "You know, I haven't said it too often, but you
really are a gem for a secretary. I don't know how, but you seem
always to know what I would have done myself." I let go of her
hand.

  "Oh, Erik," she jokingly hit my shoulder with her fist. "The
way you talk to people one is never afraid to make a decision.
That's why I wished I could work for you all day."

  Phew, what a Monday. First the shock my father gave me in the
car, and then this day filled with sexual innuendoes. For once I
really enjoyed the ride back home. Until I remembered my `date'
with dad. This Monday turned out to be not at all so average for
this average guy.

  It was also quite unusual that Mary met me in the hall when I
entered the house.

  "Welcome home, dear. You look a little flushed. Had a hard
day?"

  "Oh, yes, quite busy. I didn't even get to finish the last
contracts, so I'll have to work a little before supper. Is that
OK?"

  "Sure, dear. Come on in, I just made your coffee. Would you
like a small whisky to go with it?"  Wow, for a reception. Not
since the first year of our marriage had she welcomed me this
way. I took my coffee in the living room, and shortly before five
I excused myself and went into my little `office' for my date
with dad.

  Right on time, precisely at five, he was there, in my head.
"Hello, son. Listen, you can't talk like you did in the car this
morning, but then you don't need to. I can read what you are
thinking. All right?"

  "All right. Then see if you can `read' this message: Please
don't get to me while I'm driving. I can't remember a thing about
my driving for the time you were with me. It's far, far to
dangerous."

  "I read you all right. Sure, just never thought of it. Well,
we've better get started."

  I shall not go into a lengthy description here. Suffice it to
say, that he started me on concentration exercises, forming an
image of him and erase all other thoughts from my mind. It was a
lot more difficult than I had thought. Our mind is cluttered with
huge amounts of information which we just don't pay notice to in
our daily life. Towards six o'clock he told me that I had managed
a very, very weak signal, but that I was on the right track, and
he'd visit me, same time, same place, on Wednesday.

  "Well, boy, I'll leave you to your own devices, but you sure
put the heat on that small office-thing. Watch out tomorrow. And
don't exhaust yourself too much tonight. Your wife is in the
mood, you know."

  God, how he irritated me. On the other hand I could not very
well be angry with him, could I? And he was dead right about my
wife. When I returned to the living room around six, she was
sitting in the sofa. She had changed her dress, and through the
thin material of her dress I could see that she was not wearing a
bra, but the telltale folds on her thighs showed that she was
wearing stockings and suspenders.

  When dinner was over she was very amorous, and already at half
past ten we went to the bedroom for a great fuck. No, I certainly
could not be angry with dad!

Chapter three.

  When Henny finally arrived in my office at 11 she was all
smiles and reminded me of the meeting with the Johnston Company.
We spent half an hour picking up all sorts of papers we should
need, and at half past eleven we left the office. On the way out
Henny called from the lobby to remind Mr. Larsen that she might
not get back in time for her hour in his office.

  When we got into my car I could not help looking at her legs,
and I was happy to notice that she was evidently wearing
stockings. Her skirt had moved up a little as she sat down, or
maybe she had moved it up? The dark edges of her stockings were
on display, and a sly, small smile was on her lips.

  The meeting was very successful. Once again I had to admire
Henny's efficiency. This prim and proper little lady always
seemed to have the right document in her hand, a minute before I
knew I needed it, and the expediency of our negotiations was to a
high degree of her doing. Shortly after one o'clock we sealed a
deal for 18 million dollars, securing us steady deliverances for
the next six months, at an extremely favourable price.

  As we walked across the parking lot in front of Johnston's, I
could not help but put my arm round her shoulder and say: "That
was an impressive piece of work, Henny. I have to admire how well
prepared you were, and the discreet way you guided me past
obstacles."

  "Well, thank you, sir," she smiled at me. "And now for that
lunch. I have a proposal."

  "I'm open."

  "Instead of going to some restaurant, we go to my place. I live
quite near, at the harbour, and I've prepared a little lunch,
which we can enjoy on my balcony."

  "What a perfectly nice idea. Your husband wouldn't protest that
you bring `work' to your home?"

  "He couldn't very well, as he is in Vancouver the next three
days. And I shouldn't consider you `work'."

  Her apartment was a very nice place. Bigger than I had
expected, but then her husband was an engineer, and I had no idea
in which income-bracket he was. Henny opened the doors to a
sunny, secluded balcony with a wonderful view of the harbour and
told me to sit down. Two minutes later she came out there with a
butler's table, where she had arranged a small, nice lunch
covered by glass lids, and a couple of tall drinks.

  "I took the liberty of making us a couple of Gin'n't. I like
that drink in the summer."

  "What a delicious idea. I like it, too. And after all we have a
contract to celebrate."

  It was not until she sat down in her chair opposite me, and we
raised our glasses to salute, that I noticed she had opened a
couple of buttons in her shirt. Her very pretty smile lightened
up her face as she said: "And we have all the time in the world.
I've prepared home office, and no one expects us to return today.
I said it was going to be a very difficult meeting, you know."

  The temperature on the balcony was going up, in more ways than
one. When we started eating the open sandwiches, I took off my
coat and loosened my tie. A little later I even rolled up my
sleeves. We had a cold beer and snaps with the sandwiches, and
while we were eating Henny flashed me a glimpse of her stocking
clad thighs. I felt sure that she did this on purpose. When she
got up from her chair to put away the plates, she flashed me very
openly once more, and I thought it was time to comment on it.

  "I may be stepping out of line, but I simply have to tell you
how lovely it is to see a woman wear stockings. It is one of my
favourites."

  "It's always OK to pay a compliment to a woman. Would you like
a better look?" I did not even get time to nod my head. Without
waiting for an answer she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted
up. She looked a ton better than I had expected. Slim, curved
thighs in shiny, black nylon,  a piece of very white skin, wide
straps holding her stockings, and a pair of ultra thin, pale blue
panties, showing off her trimmed cunt.

  "God, you look terrific, Henny. How come I have never noticed
these years?"

  "I don't know, Erik, but then, I never noticed you, either. Not
in that way, at least. So we're even." With a smile she dropped
the hem of her skirt and wheeled the table towards the kitchen.

  "I'll drop this in the dishwasher. Could you do with another
cold drink?"

  "I can't say if it's the sun or you, but I sure could do with
something cold."

  "Then come and get it."

  I followed her into the kitchen. She pointed towards the
refrigerator. "Help yourself and mix a Gin'n't for me."

  When I turned round to hand her the drink, I was met with an
astonishing sight: Henny had unbuttoned her blouse, showing off
her small, pointed tits, and with blushing cheeks she whispered:
"I hope I haven't misinterpreted you. I'd die if you reject me
now."

  I put the drinks down on the kitchen table and stepped up to
her. I took her into my arms and told her hair that she had not
misinterpreted me, that I thought she was absolutely ravishing,
and that right now I could think of nothing better than to get
naked with her and feel her body against mine. I pushed her
blouse down her shoulders while I felt her nimble fingers
unbutton my shirt and a little later fumble with my belt. In no
time skirt and trousers, shirt and blouse were off. I pulled her
panties halfway down her thighs, and then I grabbed her by the
waist and lifted her up, to sit on the kitchen table.

  It was as if we were consumed by a fever, as if speed was
vital; as if we were drowning, and the only rescue would be cock
in pussy. The moment I had pulled the panties off her legs she
threw those pretty, stocking clad legs round my hips, and leaning
back to support herself on her hands, she pushed and pulled her
ass to the edge of the table, placing her glistening cunt right
in front of my very hard cock. Fortunately the kitchen table was
tailored to her short body, which meant it provided an excellent
fucking height.

  God, I wish this first push into her could have been recorded,
so I could play it again and again. She was all the good things,
only ever so much more than I had known: Hot, wet, tight and
electric, and to top it off she let out a deep, long sigh, when I
reached bottom. The kind of sigh you let out on a hot summer day,
when you have finally had your first drink of ice cold water.

  Suddenly we had all the time in the world. The fever left us, and
we could savour the exquisite feelings of this first fuck. Her
sweet smile returned to her face, as she pushed forward to meet
my every thrust. Her tiny, pointed tits quivered on her chest, so
I let go of her hips and moved my hands up to caress them. When I
pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, a slow,
rolling orgasm started in her cunt, spread to her thighs and
belly, reached her head and her toes, and forced her to scream in
the most delicious way. The contractions of her cunt were so
strong and erotic, that they milked my own orgasm out of me. 
With a groan I grabbed her hips and pushed hard against her, till
I felt the bottom of her cunt against my cockhead, and I pumped
and pumped what felt like a gallon into her.

  When I had finished coming, she sat up straight, threw her arms
round my neck and buried her face on my shoulder, while I held
one hand round her back and the other on her head. It suddenly
dawned upon me that we had not even kissed, yet.

  "God," she whispered, "this was the best and fastest ever. Why
didn't we do this five years ago?"

  I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Then I kissed her,
tenderly and soft, and said: "Because five years ago neither of
us thought that way. But maybe we shall be doing it five years
from now."

  Her pearly, rippling laughter was music to my ears. "I might
suggest ten years, Erik." She pushed me away, so my softening
cock fell out of her, then she jumped off the table, grabbed my
hand and said: "May I invite his Lordship to my humble bed? I'm
sure we can find ways to spend an hour or two."


  We certainly found ways to spend two hours. I was happy that I
had not planted any specific images in her mind, for she treated
me to so many unknown pleasures, all out of her own will and
lust. My dad had been right: She really was a hot little thing. I
told her, and convinced her, that I thought she looked absolutely
lovely, ravishing and erotic, and she opened up like one of those
Japanese flowers, which look like a little piece of dried wood,
but when you put them into a glass of water they open up to a
many coloured beauty. Inhibition and shyness seeped out of her,
and for the first time I experienced that sex could also be fun,
joy, laughter and passion, all at the same time.

  Invariably we got close to four o'clock, when we would
ordinarily close down office, and after a nice, cooling shower,
she stayed naked while we said good-bye. I could not help telling
her once more, how much I was attracted to her slim, square body,
and her last words to me were: "From now on I shall always wear
stockings and suspenders, and if my skirt is below the knees you
might want to catch a peek, because then I shall have left my
panties at home. Would that please you, my Lordship?"

Chapter four.

  Driving home I once more wondered why I felt no guilt at all. I
did not get anywhere near an explanation, at least none better
than the fact, that Jannie and Henny both had been pure sex.
There was no love involved, and at the moment I could not see,
that they should pose any threat to Mary or to our marriage.
Except, maybe, that I might run into trouble living up to the
wishes I had planted in my wife.

  Mary again welcomed me with attention and kindness. I told her
about a tiresome day, but a successful one as well. The large,
very profitable contract was sure to get me some attention at the
company.

  "Well, dear, why don't you take a little rest in the bedroom. I
shall wake you up before dinner. Would that help?"

  "You are a very considerate wife, my dear. I think that would
be a perfect idea." Alone in the bedroom I had plenty of time and
opportunity to practice the things dad had told me yesterday, and
on top of it I managed a short sleep, which restored me
completely. So much so, that when Mary came to wake me up with a
kiss, I let my hand slide up her leg to feel the piece of naked
skin between her stocking tops and her panties.

  "Hello, dear. I must say, I really appreciate that you dress up
in this kind of underwear. I might even take advantage of it
after dinner."

  "You shall be most welcome, sir. Do you intend to take
advantage, or are you just going to enjoy?"

  What was SHE up to? This was not a thing I had planted with
her. I felt how my excitement was growing.

  "If I'm going to take advantage of it, I should like to tell
you to dine with me in your underwear." As I closed my mouth
round the last word I started to regret. This might very well be
too fast and too advanced. I didn't want to return to our sexlife
from one week ago.

  "Oh, how wicked. Underwear it shall be, sir," then she kissed
me once more and went back downstairs. I stayed on my bed for a
little while to think. This was taking on a momentum of its own,
which I had not at all expected. But I had to make a fast
decision. How was I going to live up to my words? I certainly
hoped she did not expect me to turn up as a Master, you know the
kind you read about, with a whip in his hand. I decided on a more
verbal version of this `taking advantage', and I quickly changed
into my formal black suit, white shirt and tie, and I had just
finished changing when she called from downstairs: "Dinner is
ready."

  In the dining-corner the curtains were drawn, and she had
bloody well done it! Shiny, black stockings, a lacy set of red
suspenders and wispy bra, plus the tiniest and most see-through
panties I had ever seen her wear. On her feet she wore a pair of
black pumps with a semi high heel. I have to admit that she has
kept her figure very well. Compared to a lot of women far
younger, she looked gorgeous.

  "I see you have dressed properly for dinner, too. What a nice
idea. Do you want a drink for a starter?" She was obviously
flirting with me, her husband, and the question about the drink
was not a question at all: She picked up a small tray with two
glasses of champagne and walked up to me.

  "Thank you, dear." I took my glass and raised it towards her in
the traditional salute. "I must say, it is the prettiest dinner
dress I have ever seen. You look marvellous, Mary."

  "Well, thank you, sir. You don't look half bad yourself."

  When we had finished our drinks I sat down on my chair and
ordered her to come up close. Unceremoniously I ran my hand from
her knee to her soft inner thigh, and then on to her pussy. The
tiny panties were delightfully damp, and when I rubbed them a
little she willingly spread her feet to give me room. I leaned in
and kissed the swell of her breasts and playfully slapped her
ass.  "Dinner?"

  "Coming up, sir." She went back and forth from the stove a
couple of times, and a fine risotto with a salad on the side was
placed in front of me. Each time she came near me I let a hand
exploit her scantily clad body. Finally she sat down and we
started eating.

  "This might easily become an addiction. I can see why Roman
emperors and nobility wanted half naked girls around their
tables. It's a pity I can't see through wood."

  "Oh. You want to see my legs while we eat?"

  "No. I'd tell you to put a hand down those tiny panties and
play with your pussy. Not of much use now as I wouldn't be able
to see it."

  She smiled and got up from her chair. Still smiling she slid
her hand down into the panties, and the thin material let me see
clearly how she pushed her middle finger in to touch her clit.
She made small, circular movements with it, and for a short
moment she closed her eyes in pleasure.

  "Was this what you had in mind, sir?"

  "Lovely, lovely. Please sit down again, or I shall never get to
finish this meal." A little later I said: "Tomorrow morning, when
I have left for work, I want you to go downtown. There is a large
furniture store, which imports Italian furniture. I want you to
find and buy a new dinner table. One with a thick glass surface.
Make sure that the glass does not distort the view, and make sure
that they are willing to deliver it tomorrow."

  "That store is terribly expensive, you know that, don't you?"

  "The sight of your legs and your hips is worth theinvestment."

  "My, what a sweet compliment, Erik. I gather then, that you'll
want me to dress for dinner like this, some other times?"

  "I most certainly do. But for now I shall settle for some hard
nipples. Pinch them and play with them right now."

  She was incredibly willing to do anything I told her. The
dessert was a fruit salad, and when I told her to sit on my knee
and feed me with a fork, because I wanted to play with her pussy,
she did it! She even grabbed a small towel and spread it over my
knee before she sat down.

  "I do not want to ruin your fine suit," she said with a wicked
smile. She was so sopping wet that she certainly would have
ruined my trousers. When she was about to feed me a tiny piece of
apple I interrupted her: "I think this bite could do with a drop
of exotic dressing. Can you provide?" Once again she surprised me
with her willingness. She bent her head and dipped the pice of
apple in her wet pussy. Then she fed me with the fork and kissed
me.

  For the first time since the early days of our marriage we went
straight from dinner to bed, and to say we had a good fuck would
be a gross understatement. Seconds before I fell asleep with
Mary's head on my shoulder, I thought: "I wonder what's
happening. None of this is of my doing. All I wanted was a little
more interest in sex."

Chapter five.

  The hours up to 11 o'clock when Henny arrived had been very
busy. After all we had been away all afternoon, Tuesday. At ten
o'clock the managing director of production, who was my immediate
boss, called to summon me to a meeting about the Johnston
negotiations. I asked him to postpone it till a quarter past 11,
as I wanted Henny to be present.

When she arrived, five minutes early, I barely got time to tell
her where we had to go. She entered my office with her usual
`good morning', then she turned round and closed the door. I
noticed immediately that she wore a long skirt, but before I had
time to think she came round to my side of the desk, lifted up
the hem of her skirt and said: "Care for a wet feel?"

  Did I care? She was so wonderfully juicy  and good looking,
that I really had to collect all my wits to get it said: We have
to be at Peterson's office in ten minutes! Get proper, woman!"

  Her pearly, ringing laughter was so typical of her. "OK, boss,
I guess it's the Johnston contract. I've got it here."

  Right on time we entered Peterson's office. Ordinarily he was
quite an arrogant bastard, but the Johnston deal was so good, he
forgot his arrogance and even uttered a few words of appraisal.

  "This is well done, Mr. Hansen. Seems like we could raise our
profits considerably by upgrading your buying department. Any
suggestions?"

  "Long term contracts like this one can be very favourable, if
we can achieve the right conditions. But in order to take real
advantage of the many bulk offerings on the market, I should need
much better information on logistics, especially concerning
stores. Like, which storerooms will be available for holding raw
materials and pre-produced parts, and for how long time before
production starts filling them up. It will demand at least
monthly meetings with different sections, and I should need my
secretary full time."

  "OK. Seems like you have given this some attention. How long
time would you need to prove yourself?"

  "A few weeks to do some planning, and then I'd say six to eight
months to make the raised profits turn up in accounting."

  "Sounds like a very sensible plan to me. About your secretary:
Would you need a new and younger secretary working full time?"

  "Certainly not. Mrs. Dalby is very efficient, and she knows a
lot about buying-techniques. I'd certainly prefer to have her
full time."

  "OK, Mr. Hansen, I'll give it a try. You'll have two weeks plus
8 months to prove yourself. Consider Mrs. Dalby your full time
secretary from this moment, and call me in two weeks when you
have a plan for the meetings you shall need. Fine work on that
Johnston contract."

  I have to admit that this was the most promising meeting I had
had in all my time by the company. Henny was quite happy, too.
She gave me a hug in the lift, going down to our own floor, and
the minute we were back in my office she kissed me and said: "Are
you sure you wouldn't rather have a new and younger secretary?"

  "And wait 6 years before I get to fuck her?"

  "Oh, Erik, you are such a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" She
laughed again. "But I wouldn't like you to change."

  "Are you sure you want to be mine, full time?"

  "At the office there's nothing I want more. Outside the office:
I sure want to be yours, part time, and I hope your passion will
last for years."

  For the rest of the morning and for a couple of hours after
lunch we caught up with the work at hand, and got started on the
planning. At three o'clock she stopped at the computer and came
round to me. "I want you to touch me, and then I want to show you
something." I touched her all right, and she finished off by
dipping a finger in her pussy and feed the glistening juice to my
mouth.

  She opened the door to a small, narrow storeroom at the back of
my office. "Nobody uses this room. See down there? That door
opens to a corridor on the other side of the building. I'm sure
the janitor can get me keys to these doors, and if we clean it
out and refurnish a little, it could be our official archive and
our unofficial fuck-room. You know, a wise fox has several exits,
and no one should raise an eyebrow if you came back to your
office from the archive, while I sneaked out the back door."

  "Wow, good thinking, Henny. I'd love for us to have a private
fuck-room. How about an initiation ceremony right now?"

  "Silly man. Much as I'd love to, it's much too risky. Neither
of us could afford the office gossip, if someone came into your
office and we both should come out of the storeroom. If you write
a note to the janitor that you claim the room for archives, he'll
even do the clearing out and cleaning, and refurnish, as you want
it. I'll take the note down to him as I leave."

  "God, Henny, you ARE a gem for a secretary  -  and a lovely hot
woman, too."

  While I went about and closed office for the day, I couldn't
help whistling to myself: `When you come to the end of a perfect
day..'.

  On the way home in my car I slowly cleared all this sex from my
mind and tried to focus on the upcoming meeting with dad, at five
o'clock.

  At home I was met with a hug and a kiss, and with two eager
hands pulling me towards the kitchen. Mary was almost dancing
with joy.

  "Ta-ta. There it is! What do you think?"

  I had forgotten all about the new table, but there it was, and
extremely elegant it was. And very see through. All stainless,
matte steel and a glass plate close to two inches thick!

  "That is a very pretty table, and very classy," I said with a
little fear in my voice. It looked like a million, which I
certainly hoped it was not.

  "Never fear, dear. It WAS very expensive." (I think that woman
has a built-in radar for my emotions) "But I did the nasty trick.
I overplayed my feminine charms and flirted shamelessly with the
owner. And finally I got him down to 1000 dollars.

  I think she overplayed her feminine charms with me, too. How on
earth would you explain I could feel relieved that she had just
paid 1000 dollars for a small dinner table! Mary sat down at one
end of the table, and I most certainly could see everything. Not
that she was dressed in any provocative way, but still I could
see her dress, her knees, her...everything.

  It is a very, very fine table. You are as good a buyer as I am.
And I'm sure you'll look just delicious in your special evening
dress tonight!

  We had our coffee at the glass table. By the way, we sat on the
chairs that went with the table: Four stainless steel things at a
hundred and fifty dollars each. They were more comfortable than
they looked, but they looked really great with the table. I told
Mary about my attempt at expanding my branch, and that Henny had
become my full time secretary. When I got up to go to my `office'
to work a little overtime on the computer, Mary kissed me with
enthusiasm and congratulated me.

  I did not have to wait long for dad.

  "Hi, son. Congratulations. I paid a little attention yesterday,
and actually a very weak signal reached me while you were
practicing. You may become very good at this."

  "Thank you. It's shutting out all other thoughts that give me
the biggest problem. I find it a little easier to concentrate and
to think harder."

  "Maybe because you haven't worn out your brain these last
years..ha, ha."

  "Ha, ha, to you !"

  "Any success with your office lady?"

  "Absolutely. And you were right, she sure is hot."

  "Mmm. I knew. She spends a lot of time in the company of her
right hand, you know. She only needed to have the direction
changed."

  "She was delightful, and she's going to be more so in the near
future. But say, how often do I have to refresh the focus of her
mind?"

  "Tsk, tsk. Do you really know that little about women, or are
you just being coy?"

  "I have to admit, I don't know much. Not much experience. You
know that."

  "Yeah, I know. Partly my fault, isn't it?"

  "I don't know."

  "Well, boy. She will not need any refreshment. Once her passion
has been directed to you it will stay, as long as you make sure
you stoke her fires. Be attentative, cultivate her longings, and
above all, never take her for granted. Keep her satisfied and
horny at the same time, and she'll be there for you, not for the
image you planted in her. You'll have to tamper with her mind,
though, if you want to get rid of her, or if there is some
specific kink you want. Think of Mary. The images you planted are
gone now. She's horny for you. She's had a couple of wonderful
fucks with you, and she just wants more. Have you noticed her
attitude lately?"

  "Yes. She kind of calls me Sir, and all."

  "She wants you to take control. If you had done that 15 years
ago she'd have been just as passionate."

  "I'm not sure I'm into that SM business at all."

  "That's not what she wants. She wants you to be a man and to be
in charge. She wants to be swept off her feet, to be surprised,
overwhelmed, shocked... you name it. She wants you!"

  There was a little break in the flow of his thoughts.

  "As you get better and better at this mind-control, I certainly
hope that your confidence in yourself will grow. That's what you
need most, and that's why I have wanted so much to get in contact
with you. I feel it's my fault for getting myself killed."

  "You certainly have achieved a lot. I feel a lot better about
myself than I did six months ago."

  "I see that, and it makes me happy, because I can see an end to
this searching. I shall love to be able to relax and just be
there if you call me."

  "What's your lesson for today?"

  "No lesson. A small test to see if your signal is gaining
power, that's all. You are on the right track, and you know, 99%
of this has to be of your own doing."

  I concentrated very hard on sending him a message, and after a
few minutes he broke in and told me I was much better, that I
should continue my exercises, and that he'd return sometime
Sunday, when he could see I was alone. At last he wished me an
exciting evening.

  "Mary is getting ready for a hot evening, and my only advice
would be to exploit it. Be naughty and a bit dirty towards her,
and she'll love you for it. Just give her the orders, and she'll
take off from that. Good luck."  And I was alone in my office
again.

Chapter six.

  She looked ravishing when I entered the kitchen. If someone had
told me six months ago, that I should see my wife at the stove,
dressed in a see through corselet, red stockings and high heeled
gold sandals, I'd have said he was crazy. But there she was, all
curved legs and high ass because of the heels, and wavy hair
hanging loose to her shoulders. When she turned round to welcome
me, she revealed that she had also applied a very sexy make up.
It also showed that her pussy was not naked, as I had believed
when I saw her bare ass, it was covered in a G-string.

  "Hi, luv'. Dinner is ready in ten minutes."

  "Fine. You look great, Mary. I'll go and mix us a drink. You
can take time to have a drink with me, can't you?"

  "Certainly, Sir. This will wait in the stove for as long as we
wish."

  "Sit down, then. I shall make us two appropriate `Bloody
Mary's."

  The new dinner table was a perfect idea. When I placed her
drink in front of her I watched her legs through the glass. I
leaned down to kiss her, and though she was wearing a discreet
perfume, an unmistakable scent of horny pussy hit my nose. I sat
down at the side of the table to be nearer the sight of her sexy
body.

  "Cheerio, dear. I see the furniture shop was not your only stop
in town. Looks great on you."

  "Cheers. Yes, I thought I'd like something special for our
first dinner at the new table. I hoped you'd like it, Sir."

  "Oh, but I do. You look very erotic and a bit whorish. Lean
back a little. I want to see your pussy."

  Immediately she leaned back and pushed her ass closer to the
edge of the chair. That put her pussy on full display, plus the
slightly darkened gusset of her G-string. She had to be
deliciously wet. I went to the top drawer in the kitchen table
and picked up a pair of scissors.

  "There you are. I want you to trim your pussy. You'll look a
lot more sexy in that G-string, without long curls on thesides."

  "Oh, dear. I didn't give it a thought. Do you want me to do it
right now? Here? In the kitchen?"

  "Sure. I want your pussy to look its best for our first dinner
at the new table. I'll even brush off the snippets when you have
finished doing it."

  "Yes, Sir, if that is your wish." She took a sip of her drink,
pushed her chair backwards and put her left leg up on the seat.
Her look of concentration, as she held her G-string to one side
and snipped away with the scissors, was great. When she reached
her lips it was clear to me that she was in a bit of trouble.

  "Erik, I can't very well do it all, this way. The chair makes
me sit on it."

  I got up from my chair, lifted her out of her chair and put her
down on a part of the kitchen table, which was free. Then I took
the scissors from her hand and said: "You want me to do the rest,
don't you?"

  "Oh, yes, please, that would be kind of you, Sir."

  "Spread wide, then."

  Deliberately I did the trimming in a very matter-of-fact way.
No sexy touches. When I had finished, I brushed her off with my
hand and later dried her off with a damp towel. I slapped her ass
jokingly and helped her down from the table.

  "That's it, love. I really like your new look."

  "Mmmm. It feels good, too. I might go further and shave it one
of these days, if you'd like that."

  "I'm sure I shall, but this is fine for now. Do you want a hand
with the dinner?"

  "No, thank you. I'll get the plates ready now."

  "Fine. Then I'll sit down and enjoy the sight of your naughty
ass and your trimmed cunt."

  I really enjoyed it. Every man ought to have his dinner served
by a willing and well-shaped woman dressed this way. When she
brought my plate and placed it in front of me I grabbed her pussy
and fondled it. I turned a little on my chair so I could caress
her soft thighs with one hand while I still rubbed her soaked
G-string with the other. Then I pulled her G-string down her
thighs, and while she supported herself on my shoulders, she
lifted her legs one at a time so I could get it off.

  "Your cunt is lovely wet, dear. I think I've better go and get
one of the small pillows from the sofa for you to sit on, or I'm
sure you'll make your new chair greasy."

  "That's nice of you. But do you have to talk that naughty?"

  On my way to the sofa and back I thought of dad's advice:
Naughty and dirty. Her last question was not a question at all,
it was bait.

  "No, dear, I do not have to talk dirty, but I like it, and you
look so lovely naughty and wicked that you make me want to do a
lot of nasty things with you. Take that as a great compliment."

  "Yes, Sir, and thank you, Sir."

  She sat down on the pillow, and certainly it made it easier for
her to put her pussy on display. When we had had a few sips of
wine and a couple of bits of the dinner I said:

  "Please, pass the salt, and spread your legs."

  She handed me the salt, then she leaned back in the chair and
spread her legs wide.

  "That looks great. If you push your plate a little to the
right, I'm sure you can eat for a while with only your right
hand, because I want you to play with that lovely, trimmedcunt."

  She blushed a little, but she did it anyway. First the plate a
little to the right, and then her left hand down between her
spread out thighs. I saw her middle finger push in between her
lips and then move up to touch her clit. For a short moment she
closed her eyes in ecstasy.

  "Open your eyes and look at me, while you do it. You have
bought us this wonderful table, and now you must live it up to
it. Show your husband that you love to perform for him. Right?"

  "Right. And I shall do it, I shall look at you. Only I wouldn't
have bet a single penny on you liking it. It has been a fantasy
of mine for years, to show off for you."

  "For me, or just to show off."

  "For...you, Sir."

  "Now, be honest, at least while you are dressed like mywhore."

  "To be honest?  To show off. Mostly to show off for you, but
sometimes also to strangers.... God, Erik, you make me say these
terrible things, and I get so wonderfully horny."

  "Your cunt is nice and wet?"

  "No, it's wickedly sopping wet."

  "Rub it, now. Rub it and make yourself come. For me."

  It was such a decadent thing to do: To continue eating little
bits and taking sips of my wine, looking through the glass table
at her fingers working in her cunt. Every time I looked up into
her eyes it was almost as if it gave her an extra kick. She would
groan and pant, and finally she exploded in a violent orgasm. She
was unable to control her movements, and her right hand hit her
wineglass and pushed it to the floor. Her thighs quivered, and
she rocked her ass violently on the seat.

  I got out of my chair and went up to her. Quickly I lifted her
out of the chair and lowered her to the floor. While the last
contractions ran through her I unzipped my fly, pulled out my
very hard cock and pushed it into her in one violent push. I
grabbed her wrists and held them down above her head, and then I
fucked her hard and fast, without any finesse at all. It was very
erotic that I couldn't feel her skin anywhere. The only place we
had naked contact was cock in pussy.

  Mary loved it, at least that was what she screamed! She had
hardly come down from her self-induced orgasm when her next one
started to build. The harder I slammed into her, the wilder she
thrashed under me, and the louder she groaned and screamed. My
wild fucking pushed her across the kitchen floor. When her head
hit the kitchen table I had to let go of her hands so she could
use them to hold  herself off the table.

  At last I heard and felt her come again. "Oh, my God, Erik, I
love it, I love it," she screamed, and when her cunt contracted
violently around my cock, I came too. God, she had turned into a
wonderful fuck in these few days.

  It took us a few minutes to calm down. A few minutes spent
kissing and caressing. Finally we got up from the floor. She
looked at me like I had never seen her do it before. There was
love and passion and abandon in her eyes, and I told her how much
I liked my `new Mary'. We left the kitchen as it was and spent
the rest of the evening and night in bed.


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.


Chapter 10.

  When all of her body was smooth with oil, and smelled sweet and
strongly of lavender, I finally laid down beside her. While I
pressed my body against her my hand roamed her treasures, and I
kissed her the longest time, her mouth, her eyes, her ears and
her throat. Once more I brought her to the brink of an orgasm.

  "Erik, you are so cruel! Please, let me come. Please. I can't
wait any longer." She was shaking all over, and her voice sounded
almost as if she was in pain.

  "Just a few seconds, dear." I rolled on top of her and slid my
hard cock inside.

  "Ohhhhhh, yesss, eeeeiiiii, it's great. Oh, you feel so good
inside me." Her voice had an almost crying quality, and she
humped her cunt up and down to meet me. I rolled off her again.

  "Nooo, NO! Erik. It feels so empty. Don't do that to me! Erik,
please!"

  I reached down and started masturbating her clit. With a finger
on each side I rubbed her up and down, while I kissed and sucked
and bit her right breast. This time she reached the brink of
explosion very fast, but I continued.

  As her panting and groaning became more intense I whispered
into her ear: "Remember, the balcony doors are open. You can't
scream like you sometimes do. Keep it quiet."

  She choked her scream as best she could, but she could not help
thrashing in her ropes. She was such a wonderful sight, and I
think it must have been her strongest orgasm ever. At least I had
never seen her react so strongly. When she had crossed the peak I
stopped masturbating her, but instead I massaged her mons, her
belly and her thighs while she gradually calmed down.

  "Oh, my God, Erik. If I could, I'd throw my arms around you and
kiss you. This was so gorgeous that I hardly have words. Those
cuffs were a perfect idea."

  "What do you mean: Were?  They ARE a perfect idea. This was
only the beginning, my dear wife. Now I want some serious
fucking. We are very far from finished."

  For the next hour and a half I fucked her every way my
imagination could come up with. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass,
her breasts. Mary came three more times, and I filled her up
twice. Finally, around half past eight, we were back down in the
kitchen. I had ordered her to let the cuffs stay on, as her only
item of `clothing' apart from her stockings. She slumped down in
her chair at the end of the glass table.

  "Phew, Erik. I have never, ever been so fucked out in my life.
This is better than anything I could have imagined! Can you see
my pussy?" She spread her legs a little wider. "Does it look as
battered as it feels?"

  "It looks red and greasy, and it is seeping juice and sperm
down into the yellow cushion."

  "Great, because that is how it feels. Oooh, you were so good,
Erik. Never better. And I love you more than ever. But there is
absolutely no energy left in me. You'll have to fend for yourself
if you want supper."

  Out of what I could find in the fridge and the freezer I made
us a light supper, crushed avocado, plenty of scrimp, a couple of
hardboiled eggs, lemon and a piece of bread. A protein `bomb'.
Just what we needed.

  "I have a proposition, Mary."

  "What now. More ideas?"

  "In a way, yes. Did you do what I told you? Let your
imagination run free?"

  "Mmmm, I did. Yummy."

  "I should like us to make three envelopes each. In each note we
describe a fantasy, a yearning, a lust, which we should like to
try. Today we have done one of mine, so next time we use the
cuffs, I'll draw one of yours, and then do what I can to carry it
out. Next time you take one of mine, etc. How does that sound to
you?"

  "Wow. Exciting. But I'm not quite sure I can do it."

  "Why not?"

  "How about it, if you think my fantasy is too much?"

  "I'll promise you to do my best to carry it out. Plus, I really
don't think you can shock me that much. I am rather horny myself,
you know."

  "I can attest happily to that, dear, thank God."

  "OK. Do we have a deal? Three fantasies ready for Saturday?"

  "Deal. I think it's a good idea to say Saturday. Gives me a few
days to think. By the way; what do I do now? Do you want me to
dress properly, or do I spend the rest of the evening likethis?"

  "Like this, dear. I may have had all the pussy I can handle for
tonight, but I still think you are a fine sight for sore eyes.
But you could do me one favour."

  "Tell."

  "When we go into the living room I want you to put that yellow
cushion into a pillow-sheet. I should like to fall asleep tonight
with those lovely smells in my nostrils."

  "God, you are naughty!"


Chapter 11.

  Thursday morning I left a little early, because I wanted a few
minutes with dad. I turned into a rest area, stopped the car, and
concentrated hard. Sure, a minute later he was there.

  "Did I disturb you?"

  "Not at all. I already told you that. Can I help you?"

  "I don't know if you can, dad."

  I told him about the success with the shop assistant, which
made him chuckle. "So what's your problem?"

  "I'm a little out of ideas, to tell you the truth. I have
decided to follow your advice and wait, until profits start
turning up at the company, so I'd sure appreciate a few ideas on
how to use my new ability until then."

  "Like I told you, there's almost no limit, son. Keep your eyes
open and follow your wishes. Which directions are you
contemplating?"

  "Well, I'd like to put a few more eggs in my basket, for one.
As you probably know I'm not in need. Our savings account is
fairly comfortable. But a little more will always be welcome."

  "Of course it will. I'd advice you to start out getting
yourself some good bargains, that's easier. People are always
more on the alert, when they come to the point of actually
handing out cash.  I know, that your pretty wife wants another
car, and I think she deserves it. The one she's got now is ready
for the scrap-yard. You could easily get a fine, almost new
luxury car, at about half price. Wait a second."

  I was alone for a few minutes. I had just wondered a little
about his extraordinary interest in Mary, when he was back.

  "There is a Fiat dealer close to your office. He's got a
perfect, very sexy Alfa Romeo two-seater convertible, only three
months old, for 30.000 dollars. (Here, my dear reader, I have to
mention that in Denmark cars are so heavily taxed, that we pay
for three when we get one!)  I'm sure you can persuade him to
sell it to you at half price, cash. Send him a few images of
rainy, Danish summers, and words like `get rid of', `too
special', `half price' - and you'll see him melt."

  "Are you sure Mary will like such a car?"

  "Am I sure? Let me tell you something, son. A woman would never
buy a car like that! But if she gets it as a present, she'll love
you to death. It is sexy, it will make her feel 20 again, and
she'll see you as a daring and self-assured man."

  "OK, ok, I get you. I don't know much about women, do I?"

  "To tell you the truth: No."

  "How come, by the way, that you are SO interested in Mary? It
wouldn't be because she was naked with me the other night, would
it? Dirty old man!"

  "Hm. Caught in the act. Yes, I have to admit she called my
attention, through you."

  "You keep your dirty mind out of her! Right?"

  "Sure. Promise. And even if I wanted to, I couldn't. She has
absolutely no idea of the afterlife, and she couldn't receive an
elephant, if it tried to enter her mind."

  "But you can, through me?"

  "Sure!"

  "Dad, you haven't got a body! What kind of pleasure could that
give to you? Even if I was willing to help you."

  "For once I haven't got an answer, son. But there is a guy up
here who brags, that his son took him to a whorehouse many times,
200 years ago. I could ask him. But please, no whorehouse. The
son died of Syphilis."

  "You sound terribly eager. OK, you find out how they did it,
and I'll think it over. I'll run off, now, maybe I can catch the
Fiat dealer before office hours."

  "Good idea. Call Henny and tell her, you may be delayed a few
minutes."

  Wow, the old man was right. That Alfa Romeo WAS a sexy car. I
had trouble keeping up a poker face, feeding him negative images
and words. He squirmed like a salmon on the hook, because at
30.000 it was a good deal, but at last I took out my checkbook
and said: "15.000 cash. That's my last offer, if you can have it
registered to my wife by noon."

  "Oh, all right. You sure drive a hard bargain, Sir. By noon, in
your wife's name?"

  "Yes. I'll pick it up shortly after 12."

  It was a fairly ordinary morning at the office. I asked Henny
for a favour: That she'd drive me to the Fiat dealer, first thing
during lunch break, and take my car back to the company parking
lot. At ten I called Mary and told her to be ready in our front
garden at half past twelve.

  "What for?"

  "You'll see. Sorry, I'm busy. Bye."

  At twelve Henny rolled us out of the parking lot, and I
directed her to the Fiat dealer.

  "Wow, are you going to have a new car?"

  "No, it's for Mary. The one she's got is ready for the scrap
heap."

  When we stopped in front of the dealer's office, the Alfa was
ready right there.

  "Is THAT the one?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh, my. What has she done to you?"

  "Well, little favours."

  "I should say so. Wow, it's sexy."

  I told her I'd be back a little after one o'clock, picked up
the keys and the papers, and said my good byes to a sour looking
dealer, who apparently regretted the sale.

  What a car! No only sexy, but very powerful, inviting me to
some fast driving. It turned corners like on rails, and even the
animalistic sound of the engine added to its sexy feeling. Five
minutes earlier than expected I stopped with screeching wheels in
front of our house. Mary was there, in a chair in our front
garden. I jumped out and went up to her.

  "Hi."

  "Hi. What's that? Are you going to buy a new car?"

  "I already bought it."

  "Why? Your Toyota is fairly new."

  "Right. But this one is not for me. It's for you." I handed her
the keys. "A sexy car for a sexy wife." I kissed her.

  She ran out into the street. When I got out there, she was
dancing round the car, running her hands all over it.

  "Erik, Erik! It's beautiful! I love it! I love you! Eeeoowww! I
can't believe it! Do you think I can drive it?"

  "You'll get to try it, right now. You have to take me back to
the office straight away. Come on."

  I jumped into the passenger seat, took a minute to show her,
where it was different from her present VolksWagen, and issued a
last warning:

  "It's very powerful, Mary. Go a little easy the first few
miles!" She did so for a little while, but when she had turned 4
corners she stepped on it! I cannot say I was afraid, for she
turned out to be an excellent driver, much better than her old
VolksWagen had allowed her to show, and faster than ever we
rolled onto the company parking lot. She let go of the wheel,
threw her arms round my neck and kissed me, eagerly.

  "Erik, what a wonderful gift. It's not even my birthday! God, I
love it. I'm going to take it for the longest spin right now. You
may hope for me to be back when you get home."

  "That's a good idea, dear. I think you should go back home,
first. You'll need your licence, and your credit card to buy
petrol."

  "I will, I will. I love you. Bye, bye." With flying hair and
the speed of Michael Schumacher she took off.


Chapter twelve.

  I grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the cafeteria and was
back in office right on time.

  "Hi. Here are you keys. What was all that about? You make me
curious."

  "Mary's old VolksWagen has had it. I thought she'd like a new
car."

  "Even if you had a new VolksWagen you'd be happy to get one
like that! But I never suspected that Mary would want an Alfa
Romeo."

  It dawned upon me, that Henny had not met Mary since last
year's Christmas party. At that time she sure did not look like
an Alfa woman. Well, for that matter, I did not look like a
womanising mind-controller, either!

  "Well, you know. When the last kid moves out, it does something
to a woman."

  "I wouldn't know. I never had kids."

  "Well, I don't know how to explain it. Something like `momma
moves out' and `the woman' moves back in. Does that sound
sensible?"

  "It sure does. Lucky you! I've seen so many of my friends
transform from lovely women into mousy mommas, and most of them
never go back, even when the kids move out."

  "I do think Mary is on the move. We'll se. Give her sometime."

  "I wish I could inspire Claus to give me an Alfa Romeo."

  "Talking of Claus. How did he react to your shaved pussy?"

  "Very enthusiastically, thank you. He's convinced I did it for
him."

  "Then you'll have no trouble about our date for tomorrow? That
is, if you're still up to it."

  "You bet I'm up to it. The more I've thought about it, the
nastier I think it is. Could we make it even nastier?"

  "Maybe. How?"

  "If you could bring me your cock, tasting of Mary's pussy, I'd
suck it clean."

  "Wow, that would make it nastier, all right. A double cheat!
I'll see what I can do."

  There were no visits to the archive that Thursday. Claus had
been quite eager last night, and we also had a lot of work to do.
Meetings were scheduled with stores, sales and different
production units, and I even called for a short meeting, Friday
at one, for a general information with all departments present.

  When I got home the old VolksWagen was in the garage, and the
Alfa was nowhere to be seen. I made coffee and took it to the
terrace with the whisky. I had only just poured one of each, when
I heard the Alfa in the driveway. A minute later Mary was with
me. Her cheeks were red, her eyes shining, and her hair blown
into wild disarray. She jumped into my lap and started kissing
me, fast and hard, and a million times.

  "Erik. You wouldn't believe how wonderful it is. I'm still all
bubbly inside. How on earth did you get that divine idea?"

  "I knew you'd need a new car before long. You've changed so
much this summer, and I love my new, hot wife so much, that I
thought another VolksWagen would be most improper. You're no
VolksWagen woman any more."

  "Ha, ha. You could say that. But this car is downright sexy,
and maybe too young for me. Not that I don't love it. I do!"

  "You're downright sexy, yourself! And you're a lot younger than
you were 10 years ago. You even look it!"

  "My, are you a flatterer! Keep it up, dear. That one just
earned you a dinner invitation, right now."

  "You are not going to cook dinner right now?"

  "Ha!  I feel like anything but a cook, right now! No, my dear,
I'm going to take you to that small gourmet restaurant 50 miles
up the coast, which we happened upon two years ago. I stopped by
and booked a table for two, overlooking the ocean. Finish your
coffee, have another whisky, and let's go." She kissed me a
thousand times again, and then she jumped off my lap. She seemed
so full of energy.

  I poured another whisky. I knew very well that she wanted to
drive, herself. She disappeared into the kitchen, while I drank
the rest of my coffee and the extra whisky. She returned while I
was closing the terrace doors.

  "Ta-ta. How do you like this?"  She did a pirouette with her
arms held high. She looked stunning! She had changed into a long,
black skirt, and she was wearing a flaming red mohair jumper,
which did wonders to her breasts. I had never seen it before.

  "I bought this sweater because it is exactly the colour of my
new Alfa."

  "You look great, dear."

  I also bought a present for both of us. I have it in the car.

  "OK, I'll just pick up a coat. The evening may get cool for the
ride home."

  "You don't need that. Come on."

  In the driveway she reached into the passenger seat and pulled
out a black leather jacket. "Here you are, dear. I'm sure it will
fit."

  "Hey, woman. You must have paid a million for this. It's
beautiful. And soooo soft."

  "You deserve the best, love.  Ha, ha, and so do I. I've bought
the same one for myself." She slipped into her own. She really
looked tough, and very feminine, too. I put on mine. She smiled
at me. "Hey, you look real good, Romeo. Your Alfa ride isready."

  Wow. This afternoon had turned her into a different driver. She
turned off at the first exit from the motorway, and soon she was
navigating the small country roads leading north. She handled the
strong car with assurance, turned corners with amazing speed, and
she didn't touch the brakes unless it was absolutely necessary.
Fortunately no police was out, or we should have ended up with a
stack of speeding tickets! Amazingly I felt safe with her fast
driving. She was really good.

  We were back home about half past eleven. I was really tired,
and fortunately Mary was too. While we undressed she said: "I had
such naughty plans for you, Erik. But this day has been so
exciting that I'm going to fall asleep in two minutes. I'll make
it up to you in the morning."

  "Oh, dear, you'll have to be early, then. I have to go at least
half an hour early tomorrow to make some calls to USA."

"We'll see." She snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder.
Seconds before she fell asleep she whispered: "I love you. Such a
wonderful gift....."


Chapter thirteen.

  I woke up to the sensations of Mary's mouth around my hard
cock. I reached down to stroke her hair.

  "Good morning, Romeo. How do you like your alarm-clock?"

  "Ooohhh. It's great. Good morning."

  "Roll over, I want to ride you."

  She wrapped her dripping cunt around my cock and started a
rocking motion. I was severely tempted to carry it through; on
the other hand my cock was now sufficiently oiled for Henny! I
looked at the clock.

  "Mary. Mary, stop it. I have to get up. I told you last night,
I have to be early in the office today. Much as I hate it, I have
to get going, right now."

  "Oh, shit. I forgot." She got off me, kissed me and said:
"Never fear, love, I'll take care of you when you get home. Go
and take a cold shower! I'll make your breakfast. Just a quick
one?"

  "Right."

  I turned on the water in the shower, but I used a washrag to
clean my face and torso while Mary's juice dried on my cock. I
shaved and dressed quickly, and when I got down to the kitchen
Mary had coffee and a cheese-sandwich ready for me.

  "I'm sorry I forgot, Erik. I must have been too tired to pay
attention last night."

  "It's all right, Mary. We'll catch up in the afternoon. OK?"

  "Sure. I'll see what I can come up with. Bye, love."

  I have to admit that for the first time I felt like a heel. I
had no trouble handling the affair with Henny, because I felt it
did not take anything away from Mary. But this time... Well,
fortunately I did not take long to recover, and soon my attention
was focused on the upcoming meeting with Henny.

  She was already there when I entered my office, five minutes
early.

  "'morning."

  "Good morning, Erik. How are you?"

  "I'm fine. Are you?"

  "Sure. So you remembered our date."

  "I did. I have fulfilled my part of our agreement. Have you?"

  She lifted her skirt to show me a pair of thin rubber panties!
"It was a lot naughtier than I had expected." She dropped the hem
of her skirt and moved up closer.

  "Sit down. I want to do this while you sit in your chair. Then
we can go into the archive."

  Unceremoniously she unzipped me and fished out my cock, which
was only semi hard. When she pulled back my foreskin and wrapped
her lips round the head it soon reached full size! She hummed
little tunes while her mouth moved up and down, but then she
pulled away.

  "Mmm. This is very good. Your wife has a lovely taste and
smell. I want to get it all." She licked and sucked me all the
way down to the base, and she even put her nose into my hair and
sniffed.

  "Ooohh, this is wonderful. Almost as good as licking her in
person. Take me into the archive now, or my juice will have
washed out all Carl's sperm."

  We locked the door from inside, and I turned to pull down her
rubber panties. She pushed me back and got up on the table.

  While she spread out and placed her feet behind the lamp and
the clamp, she said: "There are a few hooks halfway up my belly.
You can open them there."

  They were a little tricky, but suddenly I managed, and the
whole front of the panties folded down and revealed a smelly,
red, greasy and leaking cunt.

  "God, you look used!"

  "Believe me, it is used. It's only half an hour ago Carl fucked
me silly and drove me here. Now I want your big cock. You asked
for this mess, now use it!"

  I had never tried anything this nasty! It was sheer heaven to
slide into her. No resistance at all, not her usual tight fit. A
big, sloppy silky cunt, gushing and leaking, her husband's sperm
sloshing round my cock. When I hit bottom she started whimpering.
She let out the horniest meowing little cries, while she rolled
her head from side to side, supporting the back of her head
against the wall.

  It was absolutely wild! The more I thought of her husband
fucking her, the hornier I got.

  "God, Henny, you are such a slut! Is it good to get your second
cock in the early morning? Is it?"

  "Yesssss, yesss, I'm a slut. Yesss, I love to be a whore. I'm
on fire, Erik. It's a million times better because I'm still
horny from Carl fucking me, and I've got the taste of your wife's
cunt in my mouth! God, I love to be wicked!" Those words just did
it. Simultaneously we started coming. I pushed the hardest I
could against the bottom of her cunt and poured gush after gush
into her, while her cunt opened up even more, and then squeezed
and massaged my cock in the most wonderful way.

  For a little while I held her in my arms while she leaned down
and rested her head on my shoulder. When my softened cock fell
out of her, she returned to reality, too. While I dried off with
a Kleenex and pulled up my pants, she struggled to hook up her
rubber panties. She threw me a wicked smile.  "I'm going to keep
this locked up all day, and when I get home I shall spend a
couple of hours with my fingers and my massager."

  "You are going to walk around like that all day?"

  "Sure. And I'll be horny most of the time. All the mess stays
in there. It is such a lovely, squishy feeling. Never fear, the
smells stay in there, too. I've tried it before."

  All those years wasted, without knowing the kinky potential in
most women! My own Mary for sure didn't need much pushing, to
transform from a boring once-a-week household fuck into a hot,
daring and exciting mistress. Not to mention kinky little Henny.
Well, I was not going to cry over spilled milk; I was going to
catch up!

  Looking at my watch I realised that people would be arriving in
the offices around us. I stepped out into my own office, looked
around and called Henny. Soon the day gained its usual momentum.
The meeting at one was a success. The leaders of the different
production units were very positive. They all realised the
advantages of direct contact to my purchasing `department', and
one even solicited a good idea: I have copies of all
constructions that are produced, but if each unit would circle
measures and figures which were vital, and even more important:
mark figures and details which were not vital to the function of
the end product, I should have a much larger choice on the
market.

  When the meeting ended a little after two I decided to call it
a day. I kissed Henny good-bye and told her she could leave any
time after three. When I got home there was no Alfa Romeo in our
driveway.




Chapter fourteen.

  I figured that Mary was out burning petrol, so I decided for a
cold drink on the terrace and a chat with dad. Henny had showed
me how good a Gin and Tonic was, so I mixed a weak one, shed my
clothes except my shorts, and settled down in a deck-chair. I had
barely closed my eyes before dad was there, all on his own
initiative.

  "Hi, son. Am I disturbing you?"

  "No. I had planned on calling you. Why are you so eager? Have
you got anything new?"

  "Sure. Good news, bad news. Which do you want first?"

  "Good for whom? For you? Then give me that first."

  "I talked to Theodor. That's the guy with the son, remember?"

  "Yes. The son who died of syphilis."

  "That's him. The good news is that it can be done, and that it
would be as good as it was when I was alive."

  "I say! Give us the bad news, then."

  "It's quite tricky, for a starter. Would need some practice.
But the really bad thing is, that it cannot be done with a woman
who knows you well."

  "That sounds strange."

  "Not really. At least it is logic. You should have to open your
mind completely and let me take over. The moment I'm inside you,
I'd also take over your physical movements, and any woman you
have slept with before would know, it's not you."

  "You're saying that Mary or Henny would sense, something was
wrong?"

  "Immediately."

  "Oh. That's too bad. So I should have to tell them the truth
and get their acceptance?"

  "I can't recommend that. I'm absolutely sure they'd feel
terribly cheated, if you told any of them how you used mind
control from the beginning. And I'm not at all sure, you could
convince them that all the rest is of their own doing. You'd
loose two hot and loving women."

  "?"

  "They both love you, you know. Mary is really on cloud nine
with pink and silver lining. She never loved you this much, and
she feels like an infatuated teenager combined with a middle-aged
wife. It would be terribly cruel to destroy her. I'd never accept
that."

  "Neither would I. Well, we shall have to wait, then, shan't we?
But that may take some time. Those two old girls really keep me
busy. I certainly have no plans of expanding my harem."

  "Ha, ha. I can see that. You might benefit from a bit of
exercise, you know."

  "I'm sure, you're right! Could we do a couple of practice runs?
 I mean, practice you taking over. Then we should be ready for
it, if opportunity turns up. I'm sure willing to help you on
this."

  "We could, but not now. Your dear wife is overtaking all and
everything on the motorway right now, and she'll be back in ten
minutes. You said you were about to call me?"

  "Yes. I got an idea. Up at your place there must be plenty of
guys, who have gotten away with different scams, when they were
alive. Maybe you could shop around for a few ideas."

  "I could. But do you need to? You said your savings were on the
abundant side. In about six months you'll start harvesting in the
company. I shouldn't be surprised, if you'll get bonuses close to
a million dollars this year alone. If I were you, I'd calm down
and wait for that. Why risk anything? Take it easy, son. Relax
and enjoy. You've got two hot women; you know you'll be rich in
six months; and if you stumble on a thing you want, you can get
it at a bargain. What more do you want?"

  "God. I feel like a teenager taking advice from his dad, only
I'm not a teenager. But of course you're right."

  "Of course I'm right! You could practice your control some
more, take it to a level where you can do it over a distance,
through walls, and so on. And then I have one last warning. In
the near future you'll get to trade with some Eastern European
businesses. You'll be offered a commission, if you place your
trade at their company. Don't take it! Their vicious kind of
mafia will be involved, and it will backfire on you. They'll use
it to blackmail you later. Don't take it, however tempting."

  "I'll remember that. Will you please leave me alone? I want
five minutes before Mary returns."

  "OK. Bye, son."

  "See you."


Chapter fifteen.

  I must have dozed off for a couple of minutes. The softest,
sweet kiss and a hand caressing my naked chest awakened me.

  "Hi. You're home early, dear."

  "Yes. I finished a meeting at two, so I persuaded myself I
wasn't needed any more. Have you been out for a spin?"

  "Not really. I had some shopping to do. Of course I left an
hour early to have a little fun on the small roads, but only a
little."

  "You can have all the fun you like, love. I'm glad you like
your car."

  "Like? I love it! You should know all the attention I get! I
think all boys from 6 to 80 have been staring at me and my car.
Or rather, my car and then me. I'm not used to that."

  "I thought most women liked to be stared at."

  "Well, I have to admit, it gives me a little kick. You know, a
week ago I could walk down Vesterbrogade, and nobody would look.
Today, when I got out of the Alfa Romeo, there were at least 10
boys and men staring at me, after they had feasted their eyes on
the car. By the way, I have decided I'll call it by its full
name. No `Alfa' any more. Agree?"

  "Sure."

  "What are you having?"

  "A Gin and Tonic. Nice and cool."

  "Will you make one for me? I have to go and change."

  "OK."

  She looked very sexy when she returned. Stay up stockings, high
heels and a thin, see through negligee. She took her glass from
the table and sat down on a chair, with her legs sufficiently
spread for me to enjoy the sight of her trimmed pussy.

  "Cheers, dear." She took a swig of her drink. "You're right,
this is lovely on a warm day."

  "So are you."

  "Flatterer. You make this old wife feel like she was. Lovely."

  "But you are. Was that outfit on your shopping list today? I
can't say I've seen it before."

  "It was. You know, that short moment I had your cock in me this
morning, has been most productive. I've been horny almost all
day, and I've thought of almost nothing but a way to make it good
for you, when you got home."

  "I should have known. I might have called you from the office.
Have you come up with some good ideas?"

  "I think I have. I want my drink first, and then I want to see,
if I can make that lovely long cock raise its head, untouched by
human hand, as they say. Will you please get rid of those
ridiculous shorts?"

  I lifted my ass from the deck chair and pulled them down. "Do
you really think they are ridiculous?"

  "They are not remotely as sexy as you are, old boy. I have
something better for you, for later."

  "You wouldn't know how much I love your new outspoken and sexy
you. Look, he's raising his head in appreciation."

  "Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Cock. I see, you know that a
gentleman should stand up for a lady. I have nice and naughty
intentions for you this afternoon."

  "He can hardly wait."

  "Neither can I!"

  She got up from her chair, opened her negligee and went over to
me, lifted her leg over me until she was standing with her open
pussy right over my cock.

  "Move down a little."

  I did.

  "Good, this is perfect." She reached down to grab my cock; she
guided it to her very wet opening, bent her knees and impaled
herself on me. The lack of resistance showed that she really had
been horny for a long time. "Aahhhh. I have longed for you since
you left me in the morning, Mr. Cock!"

  She grabbed the small armrests of the deck chair for support,
and with languid motions she moved her ass up and down. All the
way up till only the head of my cock was in her, and I could see
her juices glistening on the shaft, then slowly down again,
sucking my cock into her hot cunt. Oh, it was great. I reached up
to touch her swinging breasts.

  "No, no. I want you to put your hands behind your head and
relax. I'll take care of everything. I'll go and mix you another
drink if you want, and then serve it with your cock in my pussy.
I'll take care of my own orgasms and of yours, and I promise you,
I'll have many! May I serve you another Gin?"

  "That would be lovely. Maybe I shall need a straw if I have to
lie like this."

  With a slurping noise she got off me, went to the table and
mixed a Gin.  From the cupboard in the kitchen she fetched a
drinking straw and returned to the terrace, straddled my deck
chair again and impaled herself elegantly on my cock.

  She held the glass to my mouth. "Here you are, love. Have a
drink while I massage your cock." I got the straw into my mouth,
and while I started sipping, she made pinching, milking movements
with her cunt. It was very depraved, but it was going to get
better! She lifted the glass off my mouth and placed it on the
table. With a wicked smile she moved her right hand to her cunt
and started masturbating. Her left hand changed from breast to
breast, kneading and pinching. I could see that she suppressed
the moans she felt like uttering, but she certainly didn't
suppress her orgasm, when it hit her. One loud, short scream and
a lot of contractions. I always loved that feeling: A coming cunt
round my cock, but this time it added to the luxury, that I had
not moved a finger or a cock to produce it.

  She opened her eyes and looked down on me. "Aahhh, that was
great. I've needed it since this morning. Now it's your turn."

  Once again she grabbed the armrests and fucked me royally. This
time her cunt was sloshing wet and open. I could feel I should
not last long, and I told her so.

  "Oohhh, I like that. That's a nice compliment. Let it go, love,
I want you to come in my hot pussy. I love to fuck you."

  As I was getting closer I could not help tightening my back to
press against her. When she felt that, she moved one hand back to
her pussy and resumed masturbating. My first spurt hit her, and
her hand took on a frantic speed, and before I had finished
coming in her, I felt her familiar contractions once more.
Finally she collapsed on top of me and buried her head in my
neck. "Welcome home, Sir," she dwhispered to me.


Chapter sixteen.

  I had more or less expected her to continue, but she got off
me, kissed my belly lightly, and went to mix another two Gins.
Then she shed her negligee and sat down on her chair. She was a
lovely sight. She had never before been very comfortable, being
naked around the house. Now she openly displayed all her
beauties, which were enhanced by her relaxed and satisfied
movements. Her happy smile gradually turned off and was replaced
by an annoyed expression.

  "What's on your mind? You don't look happy any more."

  "That's because I'm not. Happy. I have to go in a little while.
I'd much rather stay here and fuck the life out of you, and live
happily ever after on your life insurance."

  "Ha, ha. Talk about the merry widow. Why do you have to go?"

  "I thanked yes to an invitation, three months ago. You know,
our little `yakkedi' club. Normally we meet some weekday
afternoon, but tonight Anni's daughter is having her bachelor
party, because she is getting married tomorrow. Her girlfriends
are to pick her up at five. Anni has invited the club to a
test-run on the wedding menu, because the wedding itself is a
strict family affair.We're to be there at six."

  "I can guess. And you'll be back home at midnight, tired and
drunk."

  "I'm NOT! I'll go in the Alfa Romeo, to make sure I do not
drink, and also to show off to the girls and watch their envy.
I'll be back no later than nine, maybe half past eight."

  "It's all right, dear. Go and have some fun. I dare you to
leave your panties at home. Might remind you why you have to
hurry back."

  "I will, I will. If the other wives knew, it would make them
even more envious than the Alfa Romeo." When she kissed me
good-bye at half past five, she looked a lot sexier and vibrant
than most 46-year-old housewives.

  I left the terrace doors open, settled down on the living room
couch and decided to call dad.

  "Hi, son. Any problems?"

  "No, not at all. Mary left for dinner with her girl friends,
and I thought we might have a little chat. For instance about you
taking a place in me. How it is done, and all."

  "Oh. Have you decided to give it a try?"

  "Yes. You have given me so much, since we made contact, and I'd
be a lousy son if I didn't try to pay back, wouldn't I?"

  "No. Not at all. What I have given you is without any
obligations, you know. I'm happy; I can finally do something good
for you. But of course I'd really appreciate it, if you would
try."

  "Sure. Tell me what to do."

  "Turn over to lie on your belly." I did so. "Now to the
difficult part. First you must form an image of yourself. In your
brain. Do it now, it should be fairly easy for you by now."

  "I've got it. Sharp or blurred?"

  "Doesn't matter. As long as you can identify it 100 % as
yourself."

  "I can."

  "Now you make a small storeroom. A file, I think you call it in
computers. Right?"

  "Yes, it's called a file. How should it look?"

  "Make it like a big, transparent bubble."

  "I've got it."

  "Concentrate on the things you can sense, one by one, and put
them into the bubble."

  "I'm not sure I understand?"

  "Like, you can sense cold, right? Concentrate on that sense,
and then put it into the bubble."

  "OK."

  "You can taste sweet, sour, salt and bitter. Put them into the
bubble."

  "They are in."

  "You can feel pressure, light and hard. In they go."

  "OK."

  "Stop. You're wrong. That pressure thing made you think of your
cock this afternoon."

  "Yes. You could see that?"

  "Sure. But that is emotion. That is not sensing. No emotions go
in there, and no signals governing your muscles or reflexes. Pure
feelings."

  "OK, I'll try. Give me a minute."

  "Well, have you put more into your bubble?"

  "Oh, yes. But the more I put in the more I seem to remember."

  "That's all right. What you've got now will suffice for a short
test run. Are you still willing to try?"

  "Sure. This is really fun. And quite new, isn't it?"

  "Yes. Now concentrate on your bubble. Imagine how it gets
smaller and smaller until it will fit into the image you've made
of yourself."

  "That was difficult. Very difficult. I think I've got it now."

  "Good. Now for the really tricky stuff. Ready?"

  "I am."

  "Good. It may make you feel uncomfortable at first, but there
is no danger involved. I want you to imagine, how the image of
you is slowly leaving you through your backside. While the image
is leaving you, I'll take over. It is going to feel very strange,
but don't be afraid."

  It was a gross understatement that it would feel strange. It
was downright spooky, scary, and weird. As the image was leaving
me, I felt I was losing all control, bit by bit. I cannot really
describe it. The closest I can come are those descriptions of
after-death-experiences, I've read about. You know, people
leaving their body and watching it from a corner of the room. I
watched myself get up from the couch, walk to the table on the
terrace and pour a drink. I watched myself drink it, but I felt
nothing! I watched my hands touch different places on my body,
like my hair, my chest and my cock. I watched how I returned to
the couch and laid down on my belly.

  I understood this as a signal to return, but I did not have to
do anything. I felt the image gradually be sucked back into my
body, and my senses returned slowly. After a short moment I felt
absolutely normal, as if nothing had happened at all.

  "Phew, dad. Are you still there!"

  "I'm here, son. It was wonderful."

  "For you, maybe, but you scared the shit out of me."

  "Was it really that bad? I just had my first drink since I
died! It was great."

  "It was mega scary. I hated being out of control. You could
have gone and killed my neighbour, and there's nothing I could
have done to stop you. I'm not even sure I want to do this
another time."

  "Oh. I'm terribly sorry. First, that I scared you so much, and
secondly because I sure want to try it again."

  "You'll have to go back to Theodor and ask, if there is some
kind of emergency brake I could use. I haven't got the faintest
idea of the world you live in, or how tempting it would be for
you to stay in me. This thing might have the severest
consequences for me and a lot of other people, you know."

  "I get you, son. I'm sorry I can't offer you anything but a
promise." I sensed some kind of disappointment, but I could not
decide, whether it was of me for not trusting him, or of the
conditions. "I'll talk to Theodor. But anyway: Thanks for a
wonderful experience."

  I was alone again.


Chapter seventeen.

  Mary was in a fine spirit when she came home, shortly before
nine. She kissed me in that special way she had done lately: 6 or
7 fast little kisses on my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then a long,
soft erotic kiss on my lips.

"Hello, dear. Had a nice dinner?"

"Oh, yes. I loved showing off my Alfa Romeo. They were VERY
envious, and they had a lot of naughty suggestions on how I had
`earned' it."

  "I'm happy to have kicked off that kind of talk with my gift. I
hope you didn't reveal too many truths."

  "No, not too many, but a few!"

  "You didn't!"

  "Sure. Just to see their faces."

  "What did you tell them?"

  "About the glass table, just as an example. You should have
seen their faces. Sarah even said, if I ever wasn't up to it and
wanted a stand in, I should call her!"

  "Sarah? I'm not sure I remember her."

  "Oh, yes, you do. The tall one with the brown, wavy hair."

  "Yes. The skinny one. Yeah, you might call her in, if I get
tired of my fat wife!"

  "I'm not fat! ! !"

  "Of course you're not, love. I was joking. You'd be a damn
good-looking woman if you were 36. In fact, you look a lot better
than you did, when you were 36, and a hell of a lot more sexy
than when we got married."

  "Thank you, dear husband. You are not half bad yourself."

  "Kiss me."

  She came up to my armchair and kissed me for the longest time,
while my hands roamed her breasts, later her hips, and then found
their way up her skirt.

  "Oh, yes. I forgot. You did go without your panties, didn't
you?"

  "Yes, and that was very naughty! Not only was there a lot of
dirty talk, but also this naked pussy reminded me.... Can't you
feel I've been horny most of the evening?"

  "Deliciously so, love. You are lovely wet."

  She pushed my hands away and straightened up. "You just wait.
I'll go and change into something comfortable. Isn't that what a
`femme fatale' should say?"

  "Right. I think it was some dame in a film, said it first."

  She was upstairs for more than a quarter of an hour, but she
was certainly worth the wait! I had never seen her look even
remotely like this. Almost like a model in a fetish magazine.
Black, seamed stockings, high heels, and some kind of a corset
made of soft leather straps and see through nylon. She had
changed her make-up into a very slutty look, with a big, red
mouth and dark lines around her eyes. She held her hands behind
her back, which pushed her pretty breasts forward. VERY sexy.

  "VERY sexy! Where on earth did you find that outfit?"

  "I went to the hooker street behind the central railway
station. There are some very special lingerie shops there. Do you
like it?"

  "I like it, and Mr. Cock certainly appreciates it. You look
terribly exciting and kinky."

  "That was the general idea. I even feel exciting and kinky
wearing it."

  She brought her hands forward, and she had a parcel in each. "I
also bought a couple of gifts for you. Open the small onefirst."

  For a short moment I wondered about her change. I sure hoped
she was not getting inspiration outside the house. Then I
remembered dad's words about her: Her love and infatuation, and I
pushed the thought away. Her first gift was a pair of Y-fronts,
made of some shiny, light blue material.

  "They should go well with your blue eyes, dear. Try them on. If
they fit I'll get more, and never see those silly shorts any
more."

  I stripped quickly and slipped into them. The smooth, silky
feeling was very new, very sexy. I was surprised that they were
even comfortable. I could get used to them, very fast.

  "MMmmm. Very nice. Do you like them better than the shorts?"

  "Yess. Now you look like my sexy husband." She got out of her
chair, took my hand and guided me to the glass table. "I've got
something to tell you before you open the next."

  I do not like to brag, but that glass table was a brilliant
idea, especially when Mary dressed up like this.

  "Like I said, I went into that lingerie shop. I tell you, they
had all kinds of underwear and gadgets, enough to equip five
whorehouses. The woman was very kind. She could probably see I
was not used to this kind of shop. She showed me around and
pointed out different outfits and their use. I think I learned
more about sex and variations than in all my 46 years! I was
stunned. On a shelf was a pair of black rubber panties with two
cocks sticking out. She told me they were for two hookers putting
on a show, where one would fuck the other, ass and cunt at the
same time. That gave me a rush. I looked at some of the others,
they were more like thongs with a cock on them."

  "Don't tell me you bought one."

  "Sssshh. Let me finish." She had dropped one hand into her lap,
and through the glass I could see her diddle her clit. "She
explained that model A was for a woman to wear, with a short, fat
cock going into her own vagina. Model B was for a man, either to
fuck another man, or to fuck a woman, cunt and ass at the same
time. I must have blushed, when she said that, because she smiled
at me, and then she said: "But maybe you should buy model Lux.
Look here, it goes both ways. The man adjusts the thongs so the
cock is nestled against his pubic bone, right above his cock. For
the woman this short, fat cock screws into the back of the front
plate to go into her vagina, and when she adjusts the thongs
right, she can fuck her husband for all he wants, and have a lot
of pleasure herself." Really, Erik, she said that."

  I was getting quite horny myself, hearing my wife talk like
that. "Did you buy it?"

  "Open your parcel."

  My eyes flickered between the paper and the finger in her
pussy, while I slowly opened it. She had done it. It was the
model Lux with an extra fat cock to screw in. If someone had told
me about this situation six months ago, I should have said he was
crazy.

  "This table is good for the goose, too. I can see Mr. Cock is
trying to get out."

  "No wonder, you wicked you. Let's go upstairs, I want to try
it."

  "No. Let's stay down here. Can I help you put it on?"

  She pulled down my new underwear. With soft, trembling hands
she fumbled with the thongs, interspersed with loving strokes or
kisses to my cock. Finally it was on. What gross sight! My cock
sticking out in a menacing way, and on top of it a smaller and
thinner black rubber cock.

  I grabbed her hair with one hand and supported her arm with the
other, and pulled her to her feet. In the living-room I took her
to the end of the sofa and pushed her down to lie, ass up, over
the armrest. "Stay there! I'll go and fetch the Lavender oil."


  "You don't need to. I brought it down here when I had changed
my clothes."

  The head of my cock slipped easily into her hot cunt, until the
black rubber cock touched her asshole. With my thumb I lubricated
her, on the outside first, and then I pushed some oil into her. I
also rubbed some oil on the artificial cock, and finally I was
ready to do it. When I pressed myself against her my cock went
deeper into her cunt, and the black cock strained against her
asshole for a few seconds, then it suddenly slipped in past her
sphincter. Wow, what a feeling. Mary trembled and groaned, and I
could feel the extra cock rubbing against my own, inside of her.

  This was such a thrill. A power rush. Her slushy cunt was
electric round my cock, and as I started fucking her hard, her
ass trembled and quivered and invited me to slap her hard a few
times. She didn't last long. She let out an almost crying yell,
and I felt her cunt spasming violently round my cock. I
concentrated very hard on not coming, and I managed to fuck her
hard all through her orgasm. When she collapsed I pulled out and
went to the kitchen sink. With a wet towel and soap I washed the
rubber cock. I turned round and looked at her: "Get down on the
floor, whore. I want to fuck ass and I want to fill it up. You
can have this black cock in your cunt at the same time. This time
I don't need oil, do I?"

  "Oh, no. My cunt is so wet and my ass is oiled. Come and fuck
meeee!" She spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up to her
shoulders, lifting her ass invitingly towards my cock. When I had
pressed the tip of my cock into her hot, tight ass, she reached
down and guided the black cock into her pussy.

  "Oh, my God, you fill me completely. Ooohhh, it's like having two
real cocks at the same time. Erik, you split me open. Aahhh, it's
better than I dreamed of." She hooked her arms round my neck and
fucked herself against me as if she was possessed. The sight of
her face, all distorted by lust, went straight to my cock, and
even if I only managed to fuck her this way for about five
minutes, we both collapsed in violent orgasms.

  When I finally pulled out of her and helped her to her feet, we
stood there for a moment, arms around each other, savouring the
moment. When we separated I looked down myself and couldn't help
laughing. What a sight. My own cock hanging limp beneath a
prominent black cock! Mary slapped it, laughing too. "If you take
it off now, I'll clean it while you make us a couple of
cappuccinos."

  "Sure. Do you want a brandy too?"

  "Yes, please."

  She walked with swaying hips towards the bathroom door. The she
turned round, looked lovingly at me, and said: "I feel so
wonderfully naughty with your sperm seeping out of my ass. I
guess I'll have to clean that, too."

  I had the coffee and brandy ready, when she returned from the
bathroom, cock in her hand. We sat down at the glass table to
enjoy them. Of course I told her what a wonderful idea it was,
and she admitted she thought so, too.

  "You know what? I think the girls would climb their walls if they
could have seen this, or just watch us now, in our own kitchen."

  Although I should have sworn to th opposite, she managed to make
me horny once more, that evening. Pretty good for a 48-year-old
guy, don't you think? She screwed in the short, fat cock, to go
into her cunt, and then she fucked my ass, while I was lying on
my knees in front of the sofa, with my head down. I never knew
there were so many nerve ends in my ass, but when she put her
hand round me to hold my cock while she fucked me, I had never
felt anything so divine. She groaned that the fat cock in her
cunt was doing wonders to her, and she fucked me harder and
faster by the minute. I started coming first, but when she felt
my come fill her hand, she exploded, too. That did it. I was
finished for the night!

  We had another cup of coffee, and later we fell asleep, arm in
arm, Mary still dressed in her hooker costume, because I had
asked her to do so.


Chapter eighteen.

  In order go get on with my story, I shall skip a few months.
Mary and Henny kept me pretty busy over the summer, and I
considered myself one lucky bastard, in that department. I had
two flights for the company, one to Poland and one to Spain. True
to dad's predictions I was offered a substantial bribe in Poland,
but I relented. In fact I didn't do any trade with them, at all.
In Spain I took in a huge profit for the company on thermostats,
which would fit into three of our end products. I have to admit,
I used a bit of mind control on that trade.

  I did not try out my capabilities on any of the women I met on
the two journeys. In fact my two hot mistresses kept me fully
satisfied.

  By mid October I was called to Mr. Peterson's office. I had
done a few calculations of my own, and I was pretty sure that
profits by now were turning up in the company accounts. I told
Henny, I wanted to go to that meeting without her, because it was
going to be of a private nature. On my way up to his office I
sent out `messages' to Mr. Peterson. I planted `bonus', `well
deserved', '10 percent', etc.etc.

  Mr. Peterson was almost spilling enthusiasm.

  "Mr. Hansen. We should have thought of this, years ago. The
result of your work is turning up rapidly now. Already these last
six months have raised our profits by 8 million dollars, all
related to your work, if I have to believe `accounts'. This is
very, very promising."

  I transferred the word `bonus' once more to him, and he reacted
immediately.

  "I really think you deserve a bonus, part for your innovative
approach to this, and part for your good work. Have you
considered this?"

  "Yes, Mr. Peterson, I have given it some thought."

  "Have you also thought of the size and nature of such abonus?"

  "To be honest, I have."

  "I have too. Let's see if we have the same idea. What's your
proposal?"

  "I have thought of something like 10 percent of profits, which
can be directly credited to my work."

  "That's funny, Mr. Hansen, because that is exactly the figure I
have imagined. Have you got any idea as to how you want them
paid?"

  "Not really, Mr. Peterson. But it seems to me that a
fifty-fifty share between company stock and cash payment would
benefit us both."

  "That is a very reasonable approach, Mr. Hansen. I am sure the
board will accept that. Of course I have prepared them at our
last meeting, and they are very eager to keep you in the company.
Consider it a deal. You'll have 400.000 dollars paid to your
usual bank account, and 400.000 dollars in shares transfered next
week."

  "Thank you, Sir. That is very fine with me."

  "Good. At the end of this fiscal year we shall make a final
evaluation of your work, and you'll have another payment due, at
the same fifty-fifty conditions. Will that be OK?"

  "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Peterson."

  "Good. Keep up the good work, Mr. Hansen."

  Compared to my former status this was an enormous boost, to my
bank account as well as to my ego. Mary was absolutely ecstatic.
She even hinted, that we might want to sell the house and move to
a luxury condo, closer to the city. "You wouldn't have so much
gardening to do. Might give you more time to cultivate another
`garden'," she laughed.

  Shortly after New Year I was paid another bonus, this time
400.000, divided fifty-fifty. This coincided with a weeping
Henny, meeting me the next morning. Her husband had been offered
a very lucrative position in Vancouver, and he had accepted.  "I
shall have to leave Denmark by the first of May. It will give me
plenty of time to train a new secretary for you, if you want me
to."

  Of course I hated the idea of losing her, but on the other
hand, the thought of a new one was a temptation as well. I
persuaded Henny to help me in choosing the right woman for the
position, but her last comment on that was: "Don't you dare fuck
her, until I have left!"

  Mr. Peterson authorised the hiring of a new secretary from
April 1st, and I left all the initial interviews to Henny. After
all she knew my needs pretty well. She ended up with three likely
candidates, and we decided to do the final interviews together. I
can only compliment her on her choices. They were all three very
well recommended and efficient secretaries, two of them in their
late thirties and one was 42, and either Henny had been lucky, or
she had had other `secretarial duties' on her mind, because they
were all rather pretty women. We ended up choosing Alice, the
42-year-old, who had managed the complicated spare-part stores
for a big water- supply and wastewater processing plant.

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END OF PART ONE.



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