The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was early in the morning, the blanket of night was dissolving and the first birds were singing the sun’s welcome. It wasn’t the rising sun or the chirping birds that had awoken Gregg. He had been awake for some time, lying in Heather’s bed, staring at her sleeping form. The fresh scent of her sheets mingled with the musky odor sex. She was curled against his side, resting her head on his shoulder, her leg and arm draped across his form. Mumbling something unintelligible in her sleep, Heather rolled onto her back, her head pinning Gregg’s arm to the bed. Unfortunately for Gregg, her motion also deprived him of his share of the covers in the cool, air-conditioned bedroom. On the plus side, her motion also exposed her naked breasts to the cool air, the nipples already stiff. Heather liked keeping her apartment cool – in part it was because she preferred sleeping snug in her covers, but also because her nightly bedroom workout with Gregg always left her hot and sweaty. Her naked body was a sight Gregg still never got tired of seeing over the past two weeks. Even after a night of sex, he marveled that she could still look so…so perfect. Even though he thought he was of an age where perhaps his libido should be waning, he was sure his sex-drive was cranked higher than a hormonally-overcharged teenager…not that Heather was complaining.

Since his return and subsequent reunion with Heather, Gregg had been spending much of his days (and nights) like a deer caught in headlights – unable to fully believe that he was actually with this beautiful woman. Having given up on the idea of a woman in his life (or anybody in general) a long time ago, the series of events that led his being in bed with this goddess of a woman seemed, in his mind, unreal. Gregg may once have been “El Professor” to her and to the “the boys,” but now HE was the student. It was just another thing that made him marvel: that she patiently put up with his lack of knowledge of pretty basic things. The day she had him spend practicing unhooking her bra instantly brought a smile to his face. When he complained in his frustration that the device must have been invented by NASA, she calmly told him that nothing could ruin a romantic moment more than a guy fumbling behind a girl’s back. So they practiced, and practiced, and practiced. After a couple hours (Heather liked taking breaks and “rewarding” his hard work), Gregg could unhook her bra with one hand on the first try nine times out of ten. When he protested that he really didn’t need to be that adept at this skill, she just gave him a wry smile, patted him on the cheek, looked him up and down, and sighed, shaking her head. “I have no doubt,” she calmly explained, “that THIS is a skill you’ll find useful…hopefully soon.” Gregg’s attempts to get her to explain further were deflected.

Loathe as he was to disturb her sleep, Gregg carefully extracted his arm from beneath her head and sat up against the headboard. Heather’s lips compressed tightly in her sleep and Gregg could see her eyes moving rapidly beneath the lids. Unable to help his curiosity, he closed his eyes and delved into her mind. Gregg was finding it easier and easier to hear people’s thoughts, especially Heather’s. Was it because he was getting stronger in this strange power? Did it have something to do with the amount of time he spent with Heather? Both? Gregg didn’t know. But “listening” to a dream, even Heather’s dreams, took much more effort than just listening to conscious thoughts. It was like digging through soft, dry sand. As he dug deeper, the hole kept caving in on itself. But soon enough, he dug deep enough, and the sights and sounds of her subconscious entered his mind…

Heather sat on the park bench watching the children play on the playground equipment. She was dressed in a very conservative pink dress-suit with black trim and a pill box hat. It was her favorite outfit, one she usually wore to church on Sundays. The First Lady, Jackie Kennedy, had once worn a similar outfit.

‘No, wait – that’s not right. I don’t go to church, and I certainly wouldn’t ever wear something like this!’ Heather thought to herself. ‘When this was in style, my mom would have been just a child. Where am—’

Heather’s thought was derailed as she heard a child sniffling to her right. Turning her head, she saw a sobbing boy sitting beside her on the bench. His shirt was torn and there were grass stains on the front. His glasses lay crooked across his face, one of the metal arms bent at an odd angle.

“Where’s your mommy little boy?” Heather asked, looking around. Surely this boy’s mother would be there to comfort him.

“She’s not here.”

“Oh. Well, is your daddy here?”

“No. They’re never here.” He slumped forward and started to sob. Heather’s heart was pouring out to this child. She wanted desperately to put her arm around him and hold him close. Not sure what else to do, she put her hand on his back, giving him a reassuring pat. “Shh. It’s okay. Those bullies are gone now.”

The boy’s sobs lessened and he sat up straight, trying to be brave.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” she asked, rummaging in her purse with lace gloves, looking for a handkerchief.

Sniffling, the boy pulled his glasses off and tried to clean the thick lenses with his dirty shirt, but he only managed to smudge them even more. “The library closed a while ago and Mom and Dad won’t be home until later. I just wanted to sit under that tree and read, but those big guys threw my book into the pond.” He sighed dejectedly. It was said so matter-of-factly that Heather knew this was not the first time this had happened.

Pulling on the bent arm of his glasses, the boy tried to straighten it out. With an audible snap, the metal gave way and he held part of his glasses in one hand and the broken arm in the other. Giving a heaving sigh, the boy looked up into Heather’s face with eyes filled with both innocence and sadness. “Do you mind if I just wait here with you until my parents get home?”

“Of course not honey. You look like you’ve had a rough day. Here – use this to dry your eyes,” she said, finally finding a handkerchief to give him.

The boy used his fingers to comb some unruly sandy brown hair out of his eyes. Heather could see the tears welling up in them, filled with silent thanks for just a little company and a little bit of kindness.

“What’s your name?” she asked, fingering the hole in his shirt with her hand.

“Gregg.”

Heather pulled the torn bit of shirt away from the Gregg’s shoulder and saw a large white scar on his skin. Instantly she was aware again that she was dreaming. She remembered who she was and who the boy was. ‘The dream is different…there’s no black room…’

“You’re pretty,” Gregg said, looking at the ground between his feet.

“Thank you,” Heather said, moving her hand from his torn shirt to the boy’s hair. ‘Why do I always have to dream of Gregg as a little boy? I know he’s a man. I have the sore muscles to prove it!’ “And I think you’re very handsome. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend?”

Gregg blushed. It was the kind of question adults always asked little boys in an effort to make them blush. “Nooo,” he said shyly, turning his face away from her, swinging his leg beneath the bench.

“Why not? I’m sure there must be a special girl in your class that you like.”

“Not really. None of the girls in my class even talk to me.”

“Why not?”

Gregg was silent. His leg stopped swinging, and his shy blush was slowly being overtaken by a sad frown.

“Gregg honey? Why not? You’re smart, good looking…”

“Because no sixteen year-old girl wants to talk with a ten-year-old boy who’s smarter than they are!” He practically shouted as he buried his face in his hands and started sobbing again.

Heather tried to soothe him, rubbing his back gently. “Gregg. Shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. It’s okay honey. Don’t worry. One day you’ll meet someone very special. Any girl would be a fool not to like you.”

“Do you like me?” he asked in between sniffles.

“Yes Gregg. I do. I like you a lot.”

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

“That’s sweet.” Heather looked down sadly at the little boy. “But I’m sorry…you’re just too young…”

The sad look of rejection on Gregg’s face would have made the most cold-hearted person melt…

Gregg woke and quickly got out of bed. He was getting accustomed to waking up in a sweat, thinking he was dead – but never wishing he was dead. He stood by the bed, running his hand through his unruly bed-hair, trying to get a grip on his thoughts. Feeling suddenly ill, he ran into the bathroom, tripping on a shoe in his path along the way. Biting back a curse, he limped into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the light. His stomach roiled and he waited for something to come up, but it had been many hours since he had food. Resting his weight on outstretched arms to either side of the sink, he closed his eyes, and leaned forward until his forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror.

Gregg remembered that day in the park. He remembered his classmates throwing his library book into the pond and his parents having to buy a new one, punishing him for being so clumsy. He told them that it fell in, not wanting them to know the hell he went through on a daily basis being only ten years old in high school. He remembered the kind old lady sitting on the bench who offered him a handkerchief and a butterscotch candy. What Heather was doing in her place, or how she was even dreaming of HIS memories in the first place were a puzzle – a very frustrating puzzle. That was one of Gregg’s most private thoughts – a part of his memory he would have liked to forget, if possible – definitely not one he wanted to share with Heather.

But her dream was a little different from his memory of that day – it was not quite what he remembered. For one thing, he would definitely have remembered if that lady looked as good as Heather…but she didn’t. Most octogenarians don’t look that good. Another difference was him calling her pretty. He didn’t remember ever actually talking to that woman…but then again, Gregg had to remind himself that it was Heather’s dream. It was Heather’s dream, but it involved his memory!

Is that how she saw him? As a child? It was that thought, more than any other that made him want to sick up. Heather was the greatest thing that had ever happened in his life. He knew he had her up on a pedestal…it seemed to him no less than she deserved – so beautiful, so kind, so patient, so sexy… ‘What is she, a queen!, doing with a schlub like me?’

Gregg’s self-deprecation came to an abrupt halt with a knock on the door. “Gregg? Gregg, are you okay?”

Gregg turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on his face. “Uh, yeah. Just…just give me a minute.”

Heather either didn’t hear or chose not to listen. The door opened a few inches and she stuck her head in, a concerned look across her face. “Gregg, I was worried…the way you bolted out of bed…”

“Huh? Oh. Uh, bad dream. I…uh…I don’t really remember most of it now anyway,” he lied.

Heather opened the bathroom door fully, stepping into the light. Gregg was immediately aware of his own nudity by the mere presence of hers. He turned his head back to the mirror, trying to ignore the excitement that was growing – literally – because of a single glance. She stood beside him, pressed against his back, her cheek resting against his shoulder blade. “Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it?”

Gregg looked at the reflection of the two of them in the mirror. He still barely recognized his own body. Heather’s arms circled around his waist, running lightly across his defined musculature. His eyes caught hers and her motion stopped.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, trying to get him to open up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurted out, not even thinking to censure himself. “You’re so incredibly beautiful.” A soft smile appeared on Heather’s face. “You could have any man in the world…why are you with me?”

The soft smile on Heather’s face turned to a frown and she backed away from him, turning him so they were facing each other. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath as if preparing a response. Before he even saw it coming, Heather’s fist smacked loudly and painfully into his chest. Gregg grabbed her arms before she could throw another punch.

“What the fuck was that for?” he yelled, tightening his grip on her wrists as she tried to break free.

“Oh, so there IS some fight in you after all! For a minute I thought you had turned into Jell-o”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“O come on, Gregg. We’ve been together long enough for you to cut that shit out! Look in the mirror. Let go of my arms, I won’t hit you again, I promise. Now turn around and look in the mirror.”

Gregg did as she asked, reluctantly letting go, half-expecting another punch.

“What do you see?”

Gregg’s eyes moved over his body, trying to figure out what it was she was asking.

“I don’t know. Me?”

“That’s right. You! I see you. A man. An amazing man. I’m not ‘settling’ for you. I CHOOSE to be with you…at least for as long as you’ll have me.” Gregg tried to interrupt, but Heather didn’t let him. “Don’t you think I ask myself the same question every night? You could have any woman in the world – and don’t try to deny it. What are YOU doing with me?”

“Are you kidding? Look at you, you’re – ”

“And you’re the same,” she cut in. “Do I need to remind you of Emily? Jenny? Brenda? Do I need to remind you of a certain pair of panties with ‘Amy’ written on them? I see how women look at you. If you only realized your potential, you could be having a different woman every night.”

“If you’re jealous, then why did you practically command me to sleep with another woman?”

“I’m not jealous. Far from it. I just don’t want you to feel guilty for being who and what you are. That lightening bolt woke you up…or something. You went from being someone I barely noticed to someone I can’t get out of my thoughts.” Gregg gulped nervously, thinking there was more truth in her words than she knew! “I don’t want you missing out on all you can have because of some misplaced feelings for me…You’ll just be miserable and frustrated.”

“But if I CAN’T be with you, THEN I’ll be miserable and frustrated.”

The room was filled with a deafening awkward silence. Heather looked up into his eyes, the fury that was there moments ago was replaced with disbelief. “You mean it? You’d really be miserable without me?”

“Yes,” Gregg said, pulling her in closer for a hug. He winced slightly as her head rested on the growing bruise where she punched him. “I can’t explain it, but the moment I woke up in that hospital and saw your face, I knew there was no one else.”

Heather squeezed him harder, sniffling as a tear ran down her cheek. She stepped back, wiping a wet cheek with her hand. “Listen. I know men. And I know what men want. I know there will be other women. No, don’t interrupt. It’s okay. Just promise me: no secrets.”

If Gregg had words, they failed him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. While he stood there, mouth fumbling, Heather continued. “Promise me that if…when you find yourself some pretty little conquest, you don’t hide it from me. Just promise me that, and I’ll not only accept your…experimentations…maybe I’ll even join in sometimes.” Heather punctuated her offer with an evil smile, and a gentle squeeze of his now-growing cock trapped between them.

“I…I promise.” Saying it felt right. He was not sure there was a down side to this deal. She had just given him carte-blanche to explore his budding sexuality. If she was doubtful of her offer, she gave no sign.

“Good. Now, we still have an hour or so before I have to get up for work…so what do you say we seal the deal? I don’t want you to forget all the reasons you should keep coming back for more…”

Two slightly exhausted hours later, Gregg was back in his campus office continuing to prepare his lesson plans for the coming semester. As much as he tried, there was no way to avoid having to give lectures. That meant standing in front of a large room filled with barely-interested freshmen and sophomores. In a way he wished he was born fifty years earlier when he could just stand in front of the lecture hall with his well-worn, yellowed notes and just read for 50 minutes and then leave it for a grad assistant to run discussions and administer tests. Unfortunately, the progressive movements had taken hold and it didn’t look like they’d let go anytime soon. Even though his tenure portfolio was based primarily on research and funding, teaching and student learning were a small, but sizable part of that equation.

‘Perhaps it’s for the better,’ he thought to himself, as he reviewed the powerpoint presentation he’d loaded up for week three of Intro to Anthropology. ‘After all, they are paying money for an education…the least I can do is my best to help them learn…’

But sifting through notes, photos from historical digs, and planning lectures and discussion points just wasn’t engaging enough to break through what was currently on his mind. As Gregg continued to stare blankly at the computer monitor at the corner of his desk, his thoughts kept flashing back to the surreal conversation he had with Heather that morning. Any doubts that she was joking were dismissed by enthusiastic workout she gave him before going to work. He and Heather had made love nearly as passionately as that first night by Emily’s pool. In a rare occurrence, she left HIM exhausted and breathless on the bed when the alarm finally went off – and if not for that alarm, he was sure they never would have left bed! After she left, he showered, shaved, and headed over to his office. Since he’d been spending so much time at her place, she convinced him to leave a few changes of clothes in case he couldn’t make it back to his apartment. Yet what was still puzzling

him most, was that despite the “deal” being clearly in his favor, she seemed rather satisfied with herself for brokering it. He was raised to believe that when a man was with a woman, there should be no one else, and yet here she was not only predicting that he’d have sex with other women – she was encouraging it!

“Excuse me, are you Dr. Walters?”

Gregg practically jumped a foot in the air by sudden intrusion to his thoughts.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” a young woman wearing black jeans, a black Iron Maiden t-shirt, black boots, a black studded bracelet, a wallet chain, and holding a small binder in his doorway. “It’s just that I’m from computer services and I’m supposed to upgrade your computer today,” she said apologetically. “All the computers on campus are being upgraded from Windows 2000 to XP, and I was told that you weren’t going to be here until later this summer.”

Getting control of his racing heart, Gregg waved away her apologies. “No, no, it’s okay,” he laughed. “I was just lost in thought. You’re right, I’m not really supposed to be here, but my plans sort of…changed. Uh, let me just log off here and you can get to work.”

“Oh, I can come back later if you’re busy – I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, it’s okay…I’m not really getting anything done here at the moment anyway…my mind seems to be elsewhere.” While logging off, he remembered who he was thinking of and checked to make sure nothing had risen to the occasion before standing. The last thing he wanted to do was freak out this young woman by standing and revealing a massive bulge in his pants! Thankfully, everything was situated properly and needed no awkward adjusting.

Gregg got up and took a seat at the small table in the corner. He opened up a textbook he was considering using and took out his yellow legal pad. Meanwhile, the computer gal moved to sit behind his desk, pulling a checklist and a packet of CDs out from her binder. While she worked quickly yet methodically, Gregg looked her over, pretending to be taking notes. If he had to think of a single word that described her, it would be “mousy” but that still seemed off given that she wasn’t tiny, as the name would imply. She had a slightly round face, full lips, and a nose that was just a bit too large…of course, it was difficult to tell because half her face was blocked by long, straight black hair that completely covered the left side of her face – the side closest to him. He really couldn’t tell anything about her body since the clothes she was wearing were all black and baggy.

It wasn’t her physical appearance that inspired the mousy-reference. It was her attitude – it was like she was hiding within herself. That is, she hid her face behind a curtain of hair, she hid her body in loose black clothes. She reminded him of a mouse trying to avoid notice and ready to run if seen. She reminded him a lot of himself…once.

The girl looked up from the monitor and saw that Gregg was looking at her. Her pale skin turned a deep crimson and her eyes quickly dropped back to her checklist, trying to stay focused on her work.

Gregg realized he was making the girl uncomfortable, so he decided to try conversation – not one of his more developed interpersonal skills. “Uh, so, what’s your name?”

Turning an even brighter shade of red, the girl smiled and pulled a few loose strands of hair behind her right ear, leaving her right eye uncovered, but her left still hidden behind her shiny black mask. Her arm crossed her stomach and she appeared to be folding in on herself, as if she could disappear behind her curtain of black hair. “Ch..Cheryl,” she squeaked. “But everyone calls me Charli.”

Gregg could see she wasn’t comfortable talking, but there was something familiar and intriguing about this girl and he wanted to know her a little better. “Why ‘Charli’?”

Cheryl, or Charli rather, looked trapped. She was being forced into a conversation and it looked like she had no choice but to try to be sociable. “My…My dad…well, it’s just a nickname. I think it’s because he really wanted a son, but…” Charli blushed even more and before she could continue, the computer beeped, signaling it was time to change discs.

‘Hmm…saved by the beep, I guess,’ thought Gregg. While she worked on the computer, he took the few moments of silence to peer into her thoughts. ‘When was the first time he called you Charli?’ he sent to her mind.

Flash Cheryl, maybe five or six years old playing in her living room while her father watches TV.

Flash Cheryl holding her finger like a gun, running around shooting and posing.

Flash Her father picking her up and twirling her, “So, you want to be a cop like your old man? You’re my little Charlie’s Angel! Aren’t you? You’re my little Charli!”

Flash A procession of blue-uniformed police officers marching down the street behind a flag-draped casket.

Gregg pulled back. Charli closed her eyes and shook her head, not sure why her mind drifted back to her father. Gregg covered, wanting to move away from what was a powerful memory. “Uh, so, which do you prefer? Cheryl or Charli?”

She seemed to consider him for a minute before she said, “Charli. You can call me Charli.” The smile on her face for the first time appeared to be genuine rather than nervous.

“Good, I guess you can now lump me in with ‘everybody,’” he said, trying to get her to smile. But it had the opposite effect. She did smile, but it was obviously forced.

“Well, to be honest, ‘everybody’ is not exactly a lot of people.”

Desperate to get her onto a more positive path, Gregg tried again. “So Charli, what do you do for fun?”

“Well, I listen to music, play computer games, hang out with friends in chat rooms. I pretty much live in front of my computer…uh, what about you?”

“Books mostly. Well, until recently. I just got back from a semester abroad and I have to admit, it really changed my life…”

Now that the ice was broken, Gregg and Charlie continued to chat while she continued swapping out discs and restarting his computer multiple times. After about twenty minutes they had a pretty good banter going about nothing in particular – favorite restaurants in the area, Cubs vs. Sox, deep dish vs. thin crust pizza, where the best punk bands could be heard, and the best lines from the movie the Blues Brothers (which, to Charli’s amused astonishment, Gregg hadn’t seen).

“How could you live in Chicago and not see this mov – ” beep “Oh, well, looks like everything is done. I guess I should move on to Dr. Harrison’s office. I don’t see the point really – I hear he’s never even turned it on! Imagine, a $1,000 paper weight. Then again, his is probably the only computer on campus that doesn’t have any viruses!”

Gregg laughed, happy that she was finally comfortable enough to crack a joke. “Well, I should probably get back to work myself. Listen Charli, don’t be a stranger, okay? You’re like the first student I’ve met since coming back, and it’s pretty lonely down here on this corner of the floor.”

“Thanks Dr. Walters.” Her smile was big enough to begin showing some teeth.

“Gregg. You can call me Gregg…that is unless you sign up for one of my classes.”

She blushed again, and stood up and shook his outstretched hand. It must have been her imagination, but she could swear she felt a tiny electric shock go through her body at his touch. Pulling the rest of her hair behind her left ear, Gregg got a glimpse of her entire face for a moment before she headed out of his office and down the hall. ‘She may be mousy, but she’s cute.’

Gregg stood in his doorway watching her go around the corner. Coming the opposite way toward his office were a pair of leggy blonde girls each wearing tight blue shorts and yellow t-shirts with the Greek letters “Omega Xi” printed on them. They both had their straight blonde hair in ponytails and could almost have been twins, except for the slight difference in height and the fact that the taller one also appeared more tan. The shorter one had her shirt tucked into her shorts and the other had it tied up so it exposed her flat stomach. As Charli passed them, one turned to her near-clone and said something he couldn’t make out, but they both started laughing. The other responded and they laughed again. Charli’s form slumped and she quickened her pace around the corner. When she was out of sight, they laughed even harder, giving each other a high-five and continuing toward the elevator and, coincidentally, Gregg’s office.

As they approached the elevator, they couldn’t help but notice a very upset person standing in his office door staring at them with contempt. Their smiles vanished instantly.

“And where are you two coming from?” Gregg asked, not even trying to mask his irritation. Unknowingly, his anger was being transmitted by more than the look on his face. Both girls felt icy chills running down their spines and any thoughts of playing games or being cute were not even a consideration.

The one on the left piped up first, “I…we…we were just checking our grades on Dr. Harrison’s office door…he doesn’t post them online.”

“I see. And that girl that just passed you, what did you say to her?”

“It…it was nothing…just a stupid joke…sir…”

“I like jokes…I’m a really funny guy. Tell me what you said. I could use a chuckle.”

The girl on the left was turning pale trying to keep tight-lipped, but the girl on the right cracked first. “I said, ‘I didn’t realize vampires were allowed out during the day…you know, because of all the…the black…and then Laura said ‘they shouldn’t be let out at all…’” Her voice trailed off to a whisper under Gregg’s intense stare.

“Why don’t you two come in here for a minute and have a seat. I’d like have a word with you.”

Both girls looked at each other resignedly and then took seats on either side of the small table in the corner. Neither even considered not obeying. BANG They both jumped when Gregg let the heavy office door slam shut. The fear in their eyes gave him a rush of power. The taller of the two did her best to mask her fear by assuming a sexy pose, showing a lot of leg and keeping her exposed stomach flat and taut. The shorter kept glancing at her partner, trying to mimic her apparent calm.

These two had forgotten what it was to be afraid – something he and Charli had been most of their adolescent years. Today, however, they were going to feel what he and his new friend felt like almost every day of their lives. That knowledge filled him with confidence…and another all-too-familiar stirring…

Sitting on the corner of his desk, facing them, he began, “That girl you decided to make fun of is my friend.” It felt right saying that. “But more importantly for you, she is also a computer expert…a computer expert with access to the student record system.” Gregg didn’t know if that was technically true, but they seemed to be eating up his story anyway. “Are you two really stupid enough to tease someone who, with a few simple key strokes, could cause you no end of trouble? How easy would it be to give you ‘F’s and notes of plagiarism on your record? Do you think you could successfully defend against that?”

Both girls were now practically trembling with fear at his onslaught. The one on the right was on the verge of tears. It seemed that he had inadvertently stumbled onto a truth…well, maybe it wasn’t all that surprising that they cheated. What was surprising was that they didn’t realize that Charli probably didn’t know their names. How could she even find their records? Which reminded him – He looked at the girl with her midriff showing. “Okay, I got that you’re Laura. And you are?” he asked looking at Laura’s partner in crime.

“Natalie,” she said, followed by an audible gulp.

Gregg stood from the desk and sat in his chair which he pulled around to the side of the desk. If he reached out his arms he could have touched either of them. It didn’t seem to occur to them that it was against school policy to be behind closed doors with students. Too many charges (both real and trumped up) of faculty impropriety. “Natalie, Laura, I want to help you. You seem like pretty, albeit dumb, girls.” His barb stung and both girls flinched in a mixture of fear and indignation. Gregg shot them both a jolt of sensual pleasure right between their legs – he wanted them humiliated but turned on at the same time.

“I fancy myself a bit of a sociologist. Tell me, either of you, what makes you think you’re better than her?” Gregg pointed at the door with him thumb, indicating Charli.

Natalie turned to Laura, expecting, or at least hoping, she’d give the answer. “Well sir,” Laura sat up straighter sticking out her chest, “we’re Omega Xi’s.” That seemed to be all the answer she felt was necessary. Natalie smiled at the answer and turned back toward Gregg, half-expecting to see understanding on his face.

“Yeah? So what?” Again, he interrupted their indignation with a stab of pleasure.

Laura spoke, “Omega Xi? The best sorority on campus? We’re the most popular girls in school! Only the elite get in our doors, and we get our pick of the best guys.”

“Apparently you’re not the academic elite.” Gregg was having fun. These two girls were the embodiment of every snooty, holier-than-thou girl that had ever teased or taunted him. Again, he sent a stab of pleasure at them and Natalie actually squeaked and clamped her legs shut, an embarrassed look on her face. He was flinging insults at them that would have gotten him beaten to a pulp years ago and they were powerless to stop him.

Laura’s frustration, at least, boiled over at his treatment. “Look, you can’t talk to us that way! We’re the hottest, sexiest, most desirable women in this school! We have enough administrators in our pocket that we could get you fired! And as long as we’re being honest, grades don’t matter when you’ve got a body like mine! And why should I defend myself to you? A low-class teacher in an even lower-class school?”

“So that’s all you have to offer the world? Your body? It must be because threatening me was about the dumbest thing you could have done. Besides, if your body’s your best asset, then that’s too bad, because it’s doin’ nothing for me here.”

Gregg might as well have slapped her in the face…it would have hurt less. Natalie was too scared to even move. No one had ever talked to Laura like that before. As chapter secretary for the sorority, Laura was afforded a certain amount of respect both inside and outside the sorority house.

Laura’s thoughts were so loud to Gregg that he didn’t even need to try to hear them. ‘Doing nothing, huh?! I’ll show that son of a bitch. I’ll get this geek super excited and then leave him there with his pants down and a tiny little boner. That’ll show him! Nobody talks to me like that!’

“I’ll prove you wrong.”

Gregg leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, feigning an air of disbelief. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud. These two empty-headed Barbie-clones thought they could take control. For now he’d let them think that, just to set them up for a greater defeat.

“You’ll prove me wrong? Really, I don’t see how. I mean, my girlfriend’s quite a looker.”

‘Yeah right,’ Laura thought, clearly overheard by Gregg. ‘Probably some skinny, bony librarian type. I’ll show him what it means to be an Omega Xi.’

“Do you have web access here?” Gregg nodded. “Good. Natalie, find me some music online.”

“Laura, I don’t kn – ”

“Silence plebe! Do I need to remind you which of us has seniority? Now do it! Question me again and I’ll have cleaning the house bathroom the rest of the summer!” Laura looked at Gregg, as if proving she was the one in charge now. She was about to add her name to a short, but respectable list of Omega Xi’s who had seduced professors. Her conquest of this guy who thought he could insult an Omega Xi would add to her reputation.

Natalie’s eyes lowered. “Sorry sister,” she said, with a bit of contempt mixed with fear. Standing, the approached the desk and pointed at the computer. “May I, Doctor…?” Laura shot her a disapproving look that she even asked permission.

“Walters. Dr. Walters. And yes, feel free.” Gregg almost felt sorry for her, given her treatment, but then again, she chose to be in that sorority. Well, everyone has to live with the choices they make.

She turned Gregg’s monitor around and started clicking on the mouse, her eyes darting from Laura to the monitor to Gregg and back to the monitor. After a few moments, she found a music stream and some R&B started coming out of the monitor’s built in speakers. Laura motioned Natalie to stand in the corner to give her some room to work and she pushed in the chairs. She turned her back on Gregg and pulled her hair out of the pony tail, letting it cascade almost to her ass. Standing motionless for a few moments, Laura appeared to be gathering her nerve and finding the beat.

Soon her hands started trailing up her body over her t-shirt and then up through her soft, lustrous hair. Her hips swayed to the beat, grinding in tight circles and her hands roamed all over body in a very suggestive manner. She spun around and faced Gregg, sucking suggestively on a perfectly manicured finger. Normally her moves drove men crazy at the clubs, but right now her prey just sat impassively in his chair. He had crossed his legs, so she couldn’t see if she was having any effect. It was time to take things to the next level. She wanted him drooling before she shot him down.

Still swaying suggestively to the music, she crooked her finger at her sorority sister to join her. Natalie gulped nervously. This was something the girls did sometimes at frat parties to drive the boys wild, but she wasn’t a fan of it. However, since she still faced a black-ball vote for full membership – and Laura could cast it as much as anyone – she felt she had no choice. Besides, she was incredibly turned on!

The two girls started dancing in tandem, touching each other playfully, suggestively. For a little while, Natalie forgot that she was afraid and just felt sensual, practically lap dancing for this smug professor. Laura stepped behind her and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. It wasn’t unusual for one of the girls to flash a little skin at some turned-on man. Slowly, sensually, Natalie felt her shirt rising, sometimes high enough to show her bra. Laura was pressed tightly against her back, one hand lifting the hem of her shirt, the other cupping a full breast. Laura had playfully fondled her before when drunk at a party, but she’d never been so overtly groped. Natalie was thinking that this was far more suggestive than they had ever done before, when suddenly she felt Laura’s tongue lick up her cheek.

“So tell me Dr. Walters,” Laura said over Natalie’s shoulder. “Does seeing two hot co-eds kiss turn you on?” When Gregg didn’t reply, Laura turned Natalie’s face to her side and kissed her full on the lips. Natalie tried to recoil, especially when Laura’s tongue entered her mouth, but she was held in place. She had no choice but to play along.

After a few seconds, Laura pulled back and to her dismay, Gregg still hadn’t moved an inch.

“Lift your arms,” Natalie heard whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes in embarrassment but couldn’t say no. Her arms raised and Laura lifted her t-shirt up over her head, flinging it down onto the chair beside her. As Natalie lowered her arms, she felt Laura undo the clasp on her bra and then the material went loose against her skin. The only things holding it in place were Laura’s hands, but a moment later, the bra fell to the floor. Laura resumed her position pressed up behind her, reaching around and cupping her full, pliant breasts, teasing the nipples.

“Do you like her tits Dr. Walters? Wouldn’t you just love to suck on them? How often have you dreamed of fucking one of your students?”

Fear, pleasure, and anticipation coursed through Natalie. This was going far beyond anything they’d ever done before. As Laura’s plebe, Natalie had done pseudo-sexual things with her before, but that was always pretend or a joke. But this…this was getting serious.

To her horror, Laura released her breasts only to drop her hands to Natalie’s pants. With a firm yank, her shorts and panties were in a pool at her feet. Laura lifted her feet to completely remove them. Naked, clad only in tennis shoes, her delectable young body seemed to be having no effect on Gregg. Stoically, he sat there, as if waiting to be impressed.

Gregg was, in fact, getting turned on. How could he not? Before him was one beautiful naked girl with bare breasts that were somewhat large for her frame, a soft feminine figure, and a round, shapely ass. Behind her was an over-confident, but equally attractive girl who was slimmer, but had more definition to her slim waist. Only someone who was dead below the belt wouldn’t be turned on. But his disgust with Laura helped him keep control over his libido. She was the one with more power between the two of them, and yet she seemed to be leaving the dirty work for Natalie. Her plan was to get him hard and then abandon him with a case of blue balls, but Natalie would be the one having to run out of the room naked. Well, Natalie wasn’t innocent in all of this, but it was Laura who was going to bear the brunt of this lesson. It was time to show them who was in control.

“Your friend is very pretty, Laura. I’m surprised you’d let her upstage you even before you showed your goods! What’s the matter? Did you think you’d have to undress her first because you wouldn’t be enough? Are you afraid she looks better naked than you? Since she’s naked and you’re not, I can only guess that’s the case…” It was the kind of taunt that had a kindergarten sophistication level, but Gregg was keeping their thoughts muddled enough that even the simple implication that Natalie was prettier than her was enough to send her into action. Even Natalie was a little surprise at how easily Gregg managed to prod her into action. However, she chose not to say anything.

With a flash of anger, Laura untied the knot in her shirt and peeled it over her head. She turned her back to Gregg and dropped her pants. When she stood, Gregg was standing behind her and with a simple motion with his thumb and forefinger, the clasp of her bra sprang open. Laura gasped as if suddenly realizing that maybe she wasn’t working with an amateur. Laura shot a glance at Natalie, as if daring her to say anything, but Gregg just laughed. Doing her best to recover, Laura shimmied out of her panties and was now naked also, striking a pose that featured her perfectly sculpted ass. Now that she was naked, she was determined to be the center of attention and she shooed Natalie a little off to the side. Swaying her hips to the beat, she made sure Gregg knew that she was acutely aware of how hot her body was.

Gregg stood and pushed his chair back behind his desk. Turning his attention back to the two naked blondes, he eyed them both up and down. The sexual energy in the room was being cranked up and both girls were squirming under his gaze. Stepping forward, Gregg ran a hand down from Laura’s shoulder, over her breast, down her side, and around to her ass. All the while she stared at him with eyes filled with lust and dominance. Gregg simply gave her a grunt in satisfaction before turning his attention to Natalie.

Just like with Laura, Gregg ran his hands over her torso. But where his attention to Laura was cursory at best, with Natalie, he took his time. She gasped softly as he felt her skin, tweaking her nipples, lifting her breasts in his hands as if measuring their weight. He delved into her mind, watching the effects his touch was having on her. Where his hands caressed her skin, light green waves of pleasure rippled. It didn’t take much effort amplify those waves, and the effect was immediate. Natalie’s skin goosebumped and her knees locked together. She had to hold onto his arm to keep from collapsing.

Gregg walked behind her, pressing his six foot-three frame against her naked body. Her head tilted back so it rested on his sternum. Holding her tight around the waist with his left arm, Gregg trailed the fingers of his right hand down her forehead and nose, and past her lips. Natalie’s eyes were closed in pleasure, but her tongue and mouth tried in vain to capture one of his digits. Onward his hand went, down her throat, between her breasts and across her stomach. He paused briefly to tickle her around her pussy lips. Her knees buckled and only Gregg’s arm around her waist held her up. All the while, Gregg’s eyes were locked with Laura’s, making sure she saw how much more attention he was giving her lower-caste sister. As her humiliation rose, Gregg made sure to likewise stimulate her pleasure. He wanted her to remember how hot it got her being put in her place. More than any other emotion, jealousy was dominant. While she had been examined like a piece of meat, Natalie was getting a lover’s caress.

Gregg let go of Natalie as she hung right at the edge of release, denied for the time being. While he sat on the edge of the desk, she braced herself with one outstretched arm on his desk off to his right, while she held onto her mound with the other, panting heavily. “Well, there’s no doubt that Natalie’s got the looks between you two.” Laura winced. “Cuter face, bigger breasts, and as you saw, she’s very responsive…sorry Laura, it was no contest. But maybe you have other talents?”

Laura suddenly remembered her plan and saw her opportunity. She’d get his pants down, laugh at his tiny cock, and then she and her sister would walk out the door, leaving him standing there with a hard-on. Smiling smugly, she approached Gregg and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Yeah, I’ve got talents. I’m going to blow your mind!” She licked her lips sensuously. A burst of lust went through both girls when his shirt fell from his shoulders revealing his well-defined chest, abs, and arms. For a change, their desire was not due to Gregg tweaking their minds.

Laura quickly moved on to his belt, determined to point, laugh, and run. They’d both be naked, but they could grab their clothes and quickly find someplace private to get dressed. And then she’d have to figure out how to punish her plebe sister!

Gregg lifted his butt a little to help her get his pants off, and when his cock sprang out from the waistband, Laura froze in amazement. Natalie stood erect and backed into the wall, as if his cock were a snake that was going to attack her. Unconsciously, one hand moved to her crotch – rubbing it in anticipation.

Gregg sat there on the edge of his desk with his pants around his ankles while Laura just stared in awe. “You were going to ‘blow my mind’ if I remember correctly? So far I’m not impressed.” Laura snapped back to reality and bent before him, taking the head of his cock between her lips. She prided herself on her cocksucking abilities and wasted no time trying to show off her skill. There were many talents one had to prove in order to reach the upper echelon of Omega Xi, and oral skills were one of her strengths. Suffice to say, being on the leadership council had little to do with decision-making abilities. Her head bounced up and down his mammoth prick as she forced his head a little deeper on each plunge. Her sucking was wet and noisy and she slurped and moaned around his huge cock. If it weren’t for the hatred he felt for her, Gregg would not have lasted long.

Pausing with about half his length buried in her face, she realized that was as deep as this monster was going to go. So, she used all her other skills to get him to shoot his load quickly. All thoughts of running were but a fleeting memory. She moaned around his girth, licking up and down the shaft. She even tongued his balls while jacking him, looking up into his eyes at the same time.

She was good, Gregg had to admit, and he probably would have enjoyed it more under different circumstances. Maybe he’d arrange for those different circumstances another time. For now he had a lesson to teach. Maintaining his best bored expression (despite his hard-on), he watched Natalie playing with herself against the wall. “Come here,” he said to her as Laura continued sucking up and down on his shaft.

Natalie walked over to Gregg’s side and slid under his arm against his body. He pulled her in for a deep kiss, cupping her ass and massaging her tit at the same time. He groaned with pleasure, the first pleasurable noise he’d made since his cock started getting sucked. He could feel Natalie’s excitement surge, matched only by Laura’s frustration.

“Okay, why don’t you move over Laura and let Natalie have a turn.” Laura was clearly disappointed that failed to get him off, but she wasn’t that concerned – she knew for a fact that Natalie didn’t have half the experience she did at sucking cock.

Natalie crossed over to Laura’s other side and knelt beside her sorority sister. Laura attempted to stand and take Natalie’s place by Gregg’s side, but Gregg put a hand on her shoulder indicating that she should stay put. Natalie held Gregg’s mighty prick in her hands. Up close, it seemed that much larger, and fear began to trump her excitement.

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Just do what comes naturally.” Gregg’s words calmed her concerns and she began licking around the crown with feather-light stabs of her tongue. She kissed all around the shaft, slowly jacking his length with her hand. Gregg’s moans were audible, adding further insult to Laura’s pride. Even though Laura was the more skilled of the two, he had no intention of letting Laura know that.

Seeing that Natalie was avoiding taking his length into her mouth, Laura saw an opening to show her superiority. “Come on now Natalie. Don’t be shy. Why don’t you show the good doctor far you can take him down your throat?” All thoughts of dashing off were gone from her mind. Now her mission was just to prove she was the better lay.

Gregg was amazed at how little self-esteem Laura seemed to have. Clearly, being bested by someone who was supposed to be lower hierarchical totem pole was getting on her nerves. ‘Well, the higher they are, the further they have to fall!’ Gregg thought as he saw a way to completely infuriate Laura. “It’s okay Natalie. You can do it.”

Again, Gregg’s encouragement belayed her fears and she took the head into her mouth. She had only given head a few times before, and never to a cock this size, but Gregg’s words were all that mattered. What she didn’t know was that Gregg was also cheating. While she worked up the courage to push forward, Gregg delved into her mind and sought to suppress her gag reflex. As Natalie attempted to let his cock enter her throat, a complex combination of signals – pain, discomfort, and others beyond her control – shot from her throat. Just as he had suppressed orgasms in the past, he tried using a similar technique to contain the signals that would induce a vomiting-like reaction.

Natalie closed her eyes again and pushed forward. She barely got the tip past her tongue when she pulled back quickly. She looked up at Gregg in surprise, mostly because she DIDN’T gag this time, like she had so many times before. To her right, Laura was smiling smugly. Taking a deep breath, she tried again and to her surprise and glee she felt his length entering her throat, but still no gag. She pulled back to catch her breath. Even though she hadn’t gagged, his girth was still stretching her throat uncomfortably. But she was determined to go further, especially since Laura’s smug grin had lessened somewhat.

Again, Natalie closed her eyes and took Gregg’s cock in her mouth. Taking a few deep breaths, she pushed forward and forward. She only opened her eyes when she felt wiry hairs tickling her nose. Pulling back, she couldn’t contain her grin. Laura’s grin was replaced with a look of shock and disbelief. Laura returned to happily sucking on Gregg’s cock, the boost to her confidence translating to a more enthusiastic blow-job. She didn’t try to take all his length again, since her throat was really sore from that one deep-throat, but she reveled in the fact that she had taken him all the way.

Gregg wasn’t shy about vocalizing his pleasure and encouragement which only further added to Laura’s humiliation. Before Natalie could send him over the edge, he grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her up from his crotch into a full embrace and a searingly hot kiss. Again Laura attempted to rise, but Gregg’s hand on her shoulder kept her kneeling at the desk’s corner.

“That was wonderful Laura. I knew you could do it.” Gregg’s praise caused her to beam with happiness and pride. “I think you deserve a reward. Come around here and sit on the edge of my desk.” Gregg led her around and helped her to hop up onto the desk while he sat back in his chair and finished removing his shoes and pants, freeing his legs. “Lie back,” he said, spreading her knees with his hands. He pulled her ass to the edge of the desk slowly began rubbing her swollen pussy lips with a finger, briefly letting it dart in and out. Natalie’s breath was ragged in anticipation.

“Laura, why don’t you crawl here under my desk and practice sucking my cock some more. You should be ashamed at how easily a – what did you call her? a plebe? how easily a plebe showed you up.” Gregg felt a thrill of power as Laura crawled on all fours around behind his chair and under his desk. She was thoroughly dejected at being bested by a plebe, that she had no more fight left. Gregg was especially thrilled because he had stopped using his power to tweak their excitement or thoughts a little while ago. He was now getting them to do what he wanted without any further special influence.

Gregg sat at the edge of his chair and Laura’s warm lips closed on throbbing cock. She may have been bested, but she was determined to prove she knew how to suck a cock. He leaned forward and inhaled Natalie’s sweet, musky scent. Just as he was about to probe her lips with his tongue, the phone rang. Laura’s head banged against the underside of the desk in surprise. The phone rang a second time and Gregg looked up at the clock on the wall, knowing who was calling. “I didn’t say you could stop, Laura. Put my cock back in your mouth and try to remember what it means to be an Omega Xi.” Gregg wasn’t really sure that sounded all that harsh, but the tears welling in Laura’s eyes told him he had hit a nerve. As the phone rang a third time, Gregg felt her hand again grab his shaft and her mouth engulfed his cock tip. Finally, Gregg answered the phone.

“Hello?...Oh, hi hon…Oh, it’s been a very productive day…just getting acquainted with some of the student organizations on campus. How did your pre-frosh tour go this morning?...Uh huh…Good…Music?...Oh yeah, remember our discussion this morning?...Yeah?...Well, I’m giving a lesson right now…Heh heh, yeah!...So, I’m afraid I’m going to have to miss lunch. You don’t mind, do you? How about dinner? My treat. You can tell me all about your day, and I’ll tell you about mine…Okay…I’ll be at your place around seven…Okay, bye.”

Gregg was elated that Heather seemed serious about her end of the bargain. He hadn’t planned on testing that agreement so soon, but sometimes life just presents you with opportunities. She simply told him he better have enough energy for after dinner, and that she was taking him someplace special.

Returning to the task at hand, Gregg leaned forward, touching his nose to Natalie’s now dripping cunt lips. The delay in gratification had ramped up her excitement and now her body was like a taut bow-string, waiting for release. Gregg’s tongue licked against her extended clit and the young blonde went off like a fire-cracker. Pressing his face into her mound, it was all Gregg could do to keep her on the table. The girl’s moaning and groaning reverberated in the concrete room and Gregg could feel Laura under the desk putting that much more effort into her cocksucking, driven by her sister’s explosion of passion. He could feel her attempt repeatedly to deep-throat him, but since she still had her gag reflex still firmly in place, she just couldn’t get more than about two-thirds of him in at once!

When Natalie calmed down sufficiently, Gregg resumed eating her delicious cunt. He marveled at the different tastes and textures women seemed to have. All of them different, yet all of them good. Natalie was no exception. Her blonde curls tickled his nose and he shoved his tongue in and out of her like a small cock, occasionally rasping against her clit. Each time he did that, her body convulsed. Apparently it was just extremely sensitive since he wasn’t doing anything to enhance it. So, he was careful to avoid it as much as possible, much to Natalie’s frustration. Gregg wanted her super-excited without sending her over the edge – and he wanted to do it without using his ability.

After long minutes of wet slurping both above and below the desk, Natalie’s head started shaking from side to side, and her fingers curled tightly in his hair. Gregg knew she was ready. Pulling his face away, Natalie groaned loudly in frustration. It was an effort to pry her fingers off his scalp. Gregg rolled his chair back, his cock pulling free from Laura’s mouth with an audible pop. Not saying a word, Gregg snapped his fingers and pointed to the side of the desk. Laura needed no further instruction. She crawled on all fours and once out from under the desk, she sat back on her heels, waiting for Gregg’s next command.

Once Laura was in place, Gregg stood and pulled Natalie up to a sitting position. She immediately flung her arms around him and crushed her face against his, trying to grind herself against his hip. In her excitement, she didn’t seem to mind the taste of her own juices as Gregg’s tongue wrestled with hers.

Pulling free of her tight embrace, Gregg helped Natalie off the desk. When he spun her around, she knew what was coming and leaned over and spread her legs slightly. Because of the height difference, Gregg had to spread his legs even further in order to line his cock up with her waiting snatch. Once the tip was in place, Gregg turned to look at Laura. Her eyes were glued to his cock, fingers pressed tightly between her legs. Gregg could see her orgasm approaching, but he wanted her humiliation to be complete, so he cast a net around that growing spark and left it room to grow, but not enough for release.

Meanwhile, he began pushing his spit-soaked, aching prick into the nubile young blonde bent before him. Her pussy was incredibly tight and it was a slow entrance. Twice, Gregg had to pull out a bit and to give her time to adjust to his size. Inch by agonizing inch, Gregg’s huge cock drilled into her until finally his weight pinned her against the edge of the desk, her asscheeks pressed tightly against his pelvis. Laura stared in disbelief that something that large could fit inside her petite sorority sister. More than anything, she hoped that this guy finished up with Natalie soon and fucked her! She had never needed a cock inside her more than now.

Gregg pulled back and his glistening cock began to emerge from Natalie’s tight slit. A guttural moan escaped her lips. Laura furiously rubbed her clit, seeking without success that release she so desperately craved. Gregg laughed softly at the power he had over both of these girls. It was a greater aphrodisiac than anything he could imagine. Grabbing Natalie firmly by her hips, Gregg began sawing in and out of her, the wet sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of her and his crotch slapping against her buttocks on each stroke drowned out the music coming from his computer. Soon, added to the mix were Natalie’s moans of pleasure and Laura’s groans of frustration.

As Gregg’s thrusting picked up steam, Natalie’s arms gave way and she collapsed against the desk, her breasts crushed beneath her own weight. Gregg curled his hand around her ponytail and pulled back, causing her head and neck to arch up and allowing her breasts to swing free beneath her. It was an image of raw sexual power burned into Laura’s brain – a powerfully built man, thrusting his huge cock into a nubile young woman wearing an expression of absolute pleasure, pulling back on her head as if he were taming a wild horse. She wanted to weep that she hadn’t cum yet, despite her fingers moving at a blur across her raw, exposed clit.

Gregg shifted into overdrive, releasing Natalie’s hair, but letting her head fall gently onto her arms. Natalie was biting her arm to keep from screaming in pleasure as Gregg’s cock pistoned in and out of her at a blinding speed. Her round asscheeks rippled with each slap of his hips. Her toes curled and her knees bent causing her feet leave the ground. Her orgasm ripped through her sending convulsions throughout her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she exhaled loudly while Gregg continued to pound into her. Just as quickly, she was spent, collapsing onto the desk and gasping for air.

At that moment, Gregg reached over and grabbed a fistful of Laura’s hair, practically dragging her to his side. With a few final thrusts and a loud groan, he pulled cock out from Natalie and pointed it at Laura. Laura only had a half-second to realize what was about to happen when suddenly a thick rope of jism shot from Gregg’s cock and hit her in the face, leaving a while line running from her forehead, across her closed eye and onto her cheek. At that very moment Gregg released her orgasm and her hips thrust against her fingers. As convulsions shot from her over-worked clit through her body, Gregg pulled back and down on her hair causing her mouth open and another thick rope of cum struck the roof of her mouth and across her chin. Again and again Gregg’s semen shot angrily from the tip of his cock in or around her mouth, face, and neck, each spurt causing another spasm between her legs.

Laura was barely hanging onto consciousness. She was only aware that Gregg’s firm grip on her long blonde tresses were keeping her upright and that her body was alive with pleasure such as she’d never experienced before. Her mind was disgusted that she was being used so, but her body screamed for more. When she thought he couldn’t possibly have anything left, his cock pressed between her gooey lips and the final remnants of his spending dribbled across her tongue. Eagerly she licked and sucked on his still hard cock, trying to get every last drop.

Natalie still hadn’t moved from her prone position across his desk. Gregg released Laura’s head and sat back into his chair to catch his breath. Laura landed on her butt crashed against the wall, gasping for air. It was slowly dawning on her that she, an Omega Xi no less, was covered in jism, and that had gotten her off. Her sorority sisters would be mortified if they could see her. The indignity of all that plus Dr. Walter’s complete lack of desire to fuck her had her completely humiliated. Grabbing a pair of panties off the floor that might have been hers, she began wiping off her face and neck, wishing she could as easily clean away her degradation.

Gregg turned toward Natalie and slapped her ass. “Okay Natalie, time to go. I’ve got work to do.” Gregg’s slap roused her and she stood on weak knees. As the blood left her head she had to hold onto the desk for balance. “Come on, both of you…time is money, let’s go.” Natalie looked a little disappointed that the affection he had shown her earlier was gone. Both girls drunkenly gathered their clothes and got dressed. The panties Laura used to clean her face turned out to be her own and rather then putting them on she just wadded them up and stuffed them into her pocket. When they were both dressed, albeit somewhat disheveled, Gregg stood and approached the door, his hard glistening cock still sticking straight out from his muscular torso.

“Natalie, wait outside for a minute. I want a word in private with Laura.” Natalie exited as quickly as she could, half embarrassed by her actions, half afraid that if she stayed she’d never leave.

When the door shut behind her, Gregg approached Laura, causing her to back up until she was pressed against the wall. Gregg didn’t stop until she had to crane her neck to look up at him and his cock was pressing into her belly. Without thinking, she reached down and held it in her hands, stroking it slowly.

“Laura, you’re nothing but a useless slut who barely has enough brains to tie her shoes in the morning.” Gregg didn’t need to use his powers. He saw her shudder in pleasure as she slowly nodded her agreement. “The next time you think you’re better than someone, just remember yourself curled on the floor, covered with my cum – cum you didn’t even earn yourself. You only got the cast off from a fuck I merely let you watch.” Tears were filling her eyes, but she stroked his cock harder.

“Please, Dr. Walters…Please fuck me. I’ll do anything you want.”

“No. I think it’s time for you to leave.” Disappointment filled her face. “But before you leave, let me give you some advice. First, I better not hear of you taking your frustrations out on Natalie. She’s better than you…but not by much. It would make me very upset to learn that she didn’t make a full sister, if she so desires. So, if she still wants to be a full member of that whore house you call a sorority, then you should campaign on her behalf. But don’t let her know that. Right now she’s coming to realize that she just showed up a senior sister. You will make sure she thinks you’re upset with her.” It was perfect. Their fears would feed off of each other. Laura was taking everything Gregg was saying to heart, and he knew she’d obey. “Despite your first impressions I think maybe the two of you have some redeeming qualities, but time will tell. I may check in on you or on Natalie from time to time. If I call, you two better come running. Remember, it won’t take much to ruin you. I hope from now on that you two are able to make better choices. You may just find that your good deeds will be rewarded.” Gregg slid his hand between the door and her ass, giving it a good squeeze before opening the door and none-too-gently pushing her out in the hall. He could sense her incredible lust through the door and knew she was completely under his thumb.

Gregg got dressed and sat back in his chair and reflected on the events of the last hour or so. His office reeked of sex and he made a mental note to pick up some air fresheners…soon. Turning his computer monitor around, he turned off the streaming music – he wasn’t much of an R&B fan anyway…come to think of it, he had so little exposure to music that he wasn’t sure he was a fan of anything at all! He considered listening to one of the CDs Chad had given him for safe keeping but decided right now he just wanted some quiet.

It was an odd sensation being in absolute control of a situation. Those girls needed a lesson in manners…but it was weird how ever since the lightning strike, everything seemed to revolve around sex. Regardless, he felt like he had just doled out a small bit of justice. Briefly he imagined himself running around the world, righting wrongs and doing other noble deeds, but his hero-musings came to a halt with a sharp stab of pain in his head, sort of like a migraine. It was a familiar pain, one he used to get when overworking his gift, or stretching the range too far.

After a few minutes the pain subsided and when his head cleared he again entertained the notion of perhaps meeting the President or maybe addressing the U.N. and using his powers to make them see right from wrong, when another sharp pain hit him between his eyes and a wave of nausea passed over him. Again, it took several minutes before his vision cleared. “Okay, I get it,” he said to nobody in particular, “no trying to save the world.” He rubbed his temples, trying to massage the pain away.

He was sure it was only his imagination or a lingering aftereffect of the pain, but he could swear he heard a voice whisper softly into his ear, “Good.”