In a Flash
Synopsis: Terry has an App he’s developed for controlling minds.
Terry drew off his specially coated sunglasses.
Jasmine sat there as if she was in a daze. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. He tucked his phone into his back pocket.
“Jasmine, can you hear me?”
“Yes… I hear you” she said in a monotone.
“You are completely under my control”
“Yes, I am completely under your control.
“When you awake you will have a growing desire to have sex with me. Say it…”
“I have a growing desire to have sex with you”
“You have always found me desirable”
“I have always found you desirable”
“Now you need to conquer me sexually”
“Yes….I need to conquer you sexually”
“And, you want to feel my come inside you so you won’t want me to wear protection…” he realised that was a lot to take in “Say you don’t want me to wear protection”
“I don’t want you to wear protection”
He smiled.
He looked her over again, just savouring the moment of having the young busty black woman in his control.
He’d so often fantasised about her. Jasmine was a year older, athletic.
Luring her into his mom’s basement—which was his bedroom—he called it his ‘lair’… was part of quite some planning.
Now she was his
He took the phone out again, scolded through a program and then placed it against her ear
A sound imperceptible to himself, but reaching her on a subconscious level beamed out.
He put the phone away and she blinked a couple of times and looked around as if she’d lost a moment of time—which she had. Her mind had to make sense of it.
The human brain is a wonderful organ and it filled in the gaps for her.
She looked at him and smiled. She always desired him. She wanted to fuck him, to take him and have him inside her.
But a part of her felt it was wrong.
But even as she sat there her desire grew till she felt she had to act.
She stood up off his bed
“Say…” she smiled as she sauntered over to him, “Did I ever tell you how sexy you look?”
“No” he gulped. He could hardly contain his excitement.
She got close enough for her nipples to touch him through their clothes.
“Oh, baby” she gasped as her nipples, pressing against him grew erect
“I want your body” she said as her hips began gyrating
He was taken aback by the effectiveness of his App.
Her sexual aggression made him nervous
“Oh, honey” she said as she felt his crotch “You want some of this too?”
She was pushy and pushing herself onto him.
Suddenly she grabbed his wrists and swung him around, walking him quickly back to his bed. “Fuck me” she growled as she forced him along
She tripped him and he fell back
She smiled and pulling her short shorts down she spun, wiggling her ass. “Oh, baby” she gasped “I need to feel you inside me”
He was a bit disappointed it was a trunk full of junk because he had been fantasising of sticking his pink flesh torpedo into that soft ebony cushion
She was taut—he was pretty dumb to think she’d be otherwise as she was an athlete.
But she bent over wiggling her ass and drew her panties down to reveal her smooth vertical smile. She was shaven there.
The only thing left was a small white thread hanging out her cunt.
She turned around and grabbed his feet and reefed his shoes off
“I want this so bad” she said as she pulled at his pants by the cuffs. “Oh, fuck” she gasped “I don’t understand why I need this so bad”
She mounted him and pulled his cock out from his undies. “So cute” she said as she reached under her crotch and pulled her tampon out
“Cute?”
“A little small” she said as she slid onto him, flinging her soiled tampon onto the floor
“Hey” he cried as she pushed onto him
“Ohhhhhhhh” she groaned “I want you to come in me”
“It’s not that small”
“Fuck me” she gasped “I need you so bad…”
“Get off me”
“I want your come”
“Get off of me” he said
“Fuck me!”
“Get…” he began to cry when she suddenly slapped him
“Ow” he cried, “Why’d you…?”
“I need your come…” she gasped as she kept riding him “Oh, God…. I don’t know why… I want your sperm inside me”
“Get off”
“Fuck me”
He tried again to push her off
“No you don’t” she growled
“I said…”
She slapped him again “Fucking lie there” she snarled “And come in me!”
“I command you to get off…” he said
She guffawed at that “Command me?”
“Get…”
And then she slapped him again “Come in me!” she spat “Oh God… I need you to come in me so bad”
She ground her hips against him furiously. She humped him urging him to release his load into her
“Please…” she cried “Shoot your load into me….”
He cried
“Please…” he begged… this fantasy of his was not turning out the way he’d hoped. She was obeying his instructions as he had laid out for her…
“Come in me, bitch!” she snarled as she held his hands down over his head.
Then she worked a finger under his ass
“What are you doing?”
“I need you to fucking sperm me!”
“Ow” he gasped as she pushed her finger into him
And then as she worked it into him he came
She cried out in sheer joy—like it was the fulfilment of everything she’d ever wanted. She came too, screaming her joy.
And his come shot into her for a few seconds and then he was done.
“Oh, fuck, man” she gasped falling forward onto him. “I needed that soooo bad”
“Please… get off me’
“Yeah, sure” she sighed “Fuck… I don’t know why I had to have that…”
She noticed him crying and she laughed again. She thought he was pathetic.
“Get out” he cried sitting up.
“Sure baby” she smiled. She sniffed her finger and licked it. “You taste damn fine” She laughed again. “Oh, God” she gasped as she dressed “I needed your come!”
Jasmine was sweating too. Despite her laughter she felt warm inside, complete. Having him sperm her made her satisfied
Terry was too satisfied in his own way, but he was also in shock at her aggression.
He lay back on the bed.
“Bye” she said waving to him
She left and had a spring in her step. She felt so happy. She didn’t really understand it herself—why she so eagerly fucked him
He thought about what had happened.
He called up his friend Bob
“You won’t believe what just happened” he sighed
“What?”
“Me… and Jasmine”
“Bullshit”
“No, really”
“You went all…”
“I fucked her…”
(which wan’t true…she’d fucked him)
“What was she like?”
“Aggressive!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and I was a little disappointed”
“Disappointed?” Bob spat incredulously
“Yeah” Terry said “I was hoping she had a large booty”
“She’s an athlete”
“Yeah, but she’s bla…” he began
“You’re a racist!” Bob snorted
“No… I mean … I fucked her…”
“Yeah, but you have all these stereotypes…”
“I do not”
“You said Mai Pang was probably submissive!”
“She probably is…” Terry said
“Okay, she probably is” Bob said “But not because she’s Asian”
“But…”
“Same as Jasmine… you expect her to be a certain shape—and we’ve both established she’s an athlete… so why wouldn’t she have the body of someone really fit…?”
“I know… I just….”
“You’re a racist!” Bob snorted
“I’m not”
“And you’re probably bullshitting about doing it with Jasmine”
Just then Terry heard his mom upstairs
“Gotta go” he said and hung up
As he lay there his mom called from the top of the stairs
“Terry?” she called “Has that girl gone?”
“Yeah, mom”
“Good” she said “I didn’t like the look of her” she said as she came down the stairs
“Terry!” she gasped, seeing him naked
He grabbed a sheet and drew it quickly across him
“Terry Barnstable!” she growled “Did you have sex with that …. woman?”
She got closer and he sat up, still clasping the sheet over his groin
“What?” he gasped “No, mom”
She slapped him “Don’t lie”
He’d been hit enough times that morning.
He grabbed his phone
“I will not have you bringing sluts into my house!” she said and just for good measure hit him over the back of the head as he leaned over to grab his special glasses
“Am I clear?” she snarled
“Can you look at this mom?”
“What?” she began when he held it up and activated it.
Rachel Barnstable stood there as if she was in a daze. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. He put his phone by his side.
“Can you hear me mom?”
“Yes… I hear you” she said in a monotone.
“You are completely under my control”
“Yes, I am completely under your control.
He slid out of bed and let the sheet fall away from him. He circled her. His mom stood fixed to the spot.
“You are completely under my control”
“Yes, I am completely under your control.
He thought about what instructions to give her. And having sex with his own mom had never been at the forefront of his mind.
But, seeing her there, like this….
“When you awake you will have a growing desire to have sex with me. Say it…”
“I have a growing desire to have sex with you”
“You have always found me desirable”
“I have always found you desirable”
“Now you need to conquer me sexually”
“Yes….I need to conquer you sexually”
He stopped. “Shit!” he said to himself that’s what he’d done before
He tried to think this out.
He sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?” he gasped
“You told me to shit” she said still very much in a monotone
He bit his lip. He really needed to watch what he said.
“Okay” he said “You think it’s perfectly normal to have sex with your son”
“Yes, it’s normal”
“…to have sex with your son…”
“It’s normal to have sex with my son” she said
“But, you will be submissive” he said
“I will be submissive”
“If I tell you to stop, you’ll stop”
“I’ll stop if you tell me” she said
Now she was his. He grinned. He almost rubbed his hands together.
“You will never want to hit me again…” he added
“I won’t want to hit you again” she said
He paused. He tried to think if there was anything else he needed to add.
“When I say “Beans” you will return to this open state of mind… ready to accept further instruction” He realised that was a lot. “Nod if you understand”
She nodded
He reached over to the bed picking up the phone out again, scrolled through a program and then placed it against her ear
“In a moment you will go up and clean your ass”
“I will clean my ass”
His nose twitched at the smell. She’d really shit herself bad.
He pressed a button on his phone and a sound imperceptible to himself, but reaching her on a subconscious level beamed out.
He put the phone away and she blinked a couple of times and looked around as if she’d lost a moment of time—which she had. Her mind had to make sense of it.
The human brain is a wonderful organ and it filled in the gaps for her.
She looked at him and smiled.
She noticed the smell, and then the feeling in her undies of wetness
“Shit” she gasped “How did that happen?”
“Must have been something you ate”
She turned and rushed up the stairs to ground floor, and then up another flight of stairs to the next level. She rushed to the bathroom, holding her ass the whole time as if to stop it leaking out
She peeled off her clothes and took them into he shower with her
He followed, and watched.
He delighted seeing her naked now, even if she had a huge mass of brown hanging from her ass
“Don’t look” she gasped
“I love you mom”
“I love you too” she said “But I don’t want you seeing me gross like this…”
He watched and she relented and cleaned herself and her clothes, and then, hosing down the shower tiles.
He got her a towel
“Thanks, honey” she said as he went to hand it to her. But instead he stopped, and then decided to dry her himself
“Honey?” she gasped
“Let me do it” he said
“Yes, honey” she submitted
He dried her down, and took pleasure in moving down between her hairy crotch
“You need to shave this…” he said
“Yes, honey” she agreed
“You’re so beautiful” he said
“No… I’m not….” she blushed
“No, really… you are”
“I’m not as pretty as I once was”
“This is beautiful” he said sliding his finger over her labia
A part of him wanted to get inside her, but he was still wrecked from Jasmine’s exertions
Sex would have to wait…