A Month of Sundaes
I’ve always thought I should have what I wanted. The problem is no one else seemed to share that sentiment. I suppose I could have accepted that. I suppose I could have accepted that I wasn’t always going to get what I wanted but if I’d accepted that, it would have meant I wasn’t getting what I wanted.
So I didn’t accept it. I worked to find a way that I could change the way things were and in so doing, I reinvented a new me.
It didn’t happen overnight of course but hey, the best things usually don’t happen overnight. It takes time.
I know right about now, you’re probably thinking, yeah right, Kenny talks a big game but when it comes right down to it, he’s just like the rest of it. When it comes right down to it, he doesn’t always get what he wants and if that’s what you’re saying then I suppose I’m just going to have to show you.
Do you like desserts?
Me, too. I love desserts. Probably more than I should love them, but I love desserts and one of the desserts I love the best are sundaes but the sundaes I like probably aren’t exactly the type of sundaes you’re used to having.
Let me introduce you to Michelle.
Right about now, you’re probably looking at the Black woman standing next to me. She has a slim body, a nice little waist and shoulder length hair and she looks really hot in that bikini she’s wearing. At least that was what I thought, too, when I saw her, and that’s when I decided I just had to have her. Why don’t you tell the nice people what your name is.
“My name,” she says. “My name is Mocha.”
Don’t you just love that name? I mean hey, I got nothing wrong with Michelle but I just love the name Mocha. I mean just look at her. Nice, full lips and dark skin. It’s perfect for her.
“My name is Mocha,” she says again.
Do you know where I met her? Believe it or not, I met Michelle at the bank. She was one of the tellers and I just happened to be one of her customers. Now if you think I hypnotized her right there in the bank with all those people watching, well maybe I was able to do a little something, enough at least that I was able to get her to call me on the way home from work. Isn’t that right, honey.
“Mmm yes. That’s right. I called you on the way home from work.”
I think it was her eyes that did it. They’re so deep and dark. They’re stunning, really, but I got Mocha here to make a little detour on her way home from work, didn’t I dear.
“You made me come to you.”
Yes, I did. Not that she had any choice, but yes, I did. That’s where I gave Mocha here her new identity, didn’t I, dear?
“You helped me see what I’d been missing. I hadn’t known it before but I hadn’t realized how empty my life had been before until you’d come into my life.”
Ah now, you say the sweetest things.
“I’m not just saying it. It’s the truth. My life was empty without you.”
Well, that’s nice of you to say but why don’t you tell the people what you did when you got to my place.
“I took my clothes off, of course.”
And why was that?
“Because I had to please you and I knew I wanted to please you. Pleasing you is my greatest goal in life. Nothing else matters unless I’m pleasing you.”
And what did you do when you took your clothes off?
“I asked you if seeing my body made you hard.”
And?
“And when you said it did, I asked if I could see it and when you showed me your cock, I couldn’t help but love it because you have the best cock I’ve ever seen. I never want to see another cock ever again.”
Well, that’s certainly true. And then what?
“I asked if I could suck it. Actually, what I really wanted was for you to fuck me with it. Mmm. Just the thought of that makes me so wet. I think I could, um, I think I almost could cum just from ... just from ... mmm, just from imagining your cock inside my pussy.”
Actually, you can’t. You need my cock inside your pussy.
“Yes, yes, of course, but I can’t stop cumming as soon as you fuck me and I keep cumming for as long as you do fuck me.”
But you said you wanted to suck it. Why’d you want to suck it if what you really wanted was for me to fuck you with it?
“Because I knew that was what you wanted. You wanted me to suck it and besides when I suck it, it means I can totally worship it. I love worshipping your cock.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“When you’re fucking me, I just can’t help myself. I want it so bad that I can’t help it. I want more, more, more and when I just can’t slow down. I want it all.”
And the cock sucking is different?
“Mmm yeah, it is. It’s where I get to control the action. It’s where I get to make you cum. I can slow it down. I can tease you with my mouth. I can tease you with my tongue. I can tease you with my fingers and just when you think I might be going slower, I can speed it up again.”
Oh yes, I know you can.
“But what I really want is I want you to come in my mouth. I absolutely love it when you do that. I love the taste of it, the texture of it. I love swallowing it and I love getting more of it. I’d suck your cock all the time if there wasn’t one thing that I wanted more.”
Yeah, and what is that?
“I love having you fuck me, of course. I love having you fuck me and I love it when you cum in my pussy.”
Would you listen to her and I’ll tell you, she’s not just saying it. She really does love it when I cum in her pussy.
“Of course I do.”
Back to desserts though. Now you might think that having Mocha here was enough for me. She clearly wants what I want and she’s willing to give me whatever I want whenever I want it so you might be thinking to yourself why would this Kenny fellow ever need any more than that and I suppose in a way, I might even understand it but the truth is when you can do what I can do, you find yourself wanting more not because you need it but simply because you want it and that’s how it all started.
About a month ago, I was sitting at home and Mocha here, she was at work and she was being Michelle and completely oblivious as to what she needed from me, weren’t you, dear.
“I was Michelle.”
Yes you were and as I said, I was home alone and I’ll admit it, in spite of everything Mocha here was doing for me, my cock was feeling a bit on edge when what should happen but there came a knock at my door and when I opened it, there was this absolutely stunning woman standing there. I’ll admit it. I kind of gawked just a bit.
“Hi,” she says to me. “My name is Paola. We just moved in and I was wondering if you could help me.”
Me, I ask. What does she want from me?
She needs a screwdriver and she was wondering if I had one.
I told her I might and I invite her to come in.
As I said before, Paola was stunning. Her skin was tanned and her hair was brown. She had a little bit more of a bust than Mocha here but what I really couldn’t help but notice as she walked on in was just how nice and round and firm her butt was. “So, you need a screwdriver,” I ask her and she nods.
Without being too crass about it, I knew what I wanted to be driving and yes, I was thinking about what I wanted to screw, too, but I went and got my tools. “You need a standard or a Phillips?” I asked.
“Standard,” she tells me.
I bring back what I got and I let her pick what she wants and then she’s on her way.
I’ll admit it. She was hot enough to get me turned on and if Michelle had been there, I have a pretty good idea about what the two of us would have been doing after Paola left but Michelle wasn’t there.
Michelle wasn’t there and I was getting kind of horny. I tried to find things to do to occupy my time but somehow, my mind kept coming back to Paola and her wonderful ass.
Maybe, I thought to myself, maybe since she’d just moved in, maybe she’d like a man to help her out. The more I thought about that, the more appealing that idea was. Sure. Why not go over and see if she could use some help. Why not do that? I liked being helpful because that’s just the kind of guy I am.
When I knocked on the door though, I got a bit of a surprise. There she was at the door but when she was looking at me but I was a bit thrown off because she seemed to have no idea who the heck I was.
“My name’s Kenny,” I explained. “I live just down the hall.” I must have sounded damned foolish when I said it but the worst part about it was that she still didn’t seem to recognize me at all.
“I thought I’d come over and see if you needed any help,” I offered.
“Okay.”
There was something odd there, something odd in the way she said that, almost as if she was waiting for me to say something more, something that would further explain myself.
“You came to my apartment.”
“I did?”
There it was again. The hesitant way in which she said it as if she didn’t know what I was talking about but before I could say anything more, I caught sight of movement in the apartment behind the woman in the doorway. It was in fact a woman who looked very familiar. She turned towards me. “Oh hi,” she said. “I see you’ve met my sister.”
Twins. Perhaps I should have guessed it when I saw the one in the doorway but then again why should I have. I mean when you saw a beautiful women, the first thought in your mind wasn’t usually to wonder if there was another one who looked just like her. You were just glad to see her but now that I did know it, I was even more interested.
“This is my sister Daniella,” Paola said.
“Nice to meet you,” I told her.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“I just thought I’d stop by to see if I could help,” I told them.
“I’m sure we could always use a big, strong man around here,” Paola said and I couldn’t help but notice that when she said it, her sister kind of rolled her eyes. So sisters they might be and twins, too, but they weren’t exactly alike. That was good to know and just so you know, I also made note of Daniella’s reaction as well. I wouldn’t say she was going to live to regret it but let’s just say I made note of it and let’s leave it at that.
As much as I might have wanted to hypnotize the two of them right then and there, I knew the conditions just weren’t right for it. I knew I was going to have to wait until later to bring them in.
On the other hand, dealing with Suzette was another thing altogether.
I met Suzette at a friend’s party and was attracted to her almost from the start and really, who wouldn’t be. I mean she had long, blond hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and she had this totally open and fresh look that just made her look so innocent and if that wasn’t enough, she had a French accent that just sounded so cute. Yeah right. Like who wouldn’t want a cute, little French girl with long blond hair?
As I’d said, I’d run into her at a party but I didn’t do anything there and honestly, I didn’t know how to get back in touch with her so it was just good luck that I happened to run into her the next day at a local restaurant. It sure looked like she’d been crying and I stopped to ask her if she was okay.
She just looked at me and I knew that she had no idea who I was but then that was fine. Like I’d said, I’d met her at a party. “Who are you?” she asked.
I told her my name and when that didn’t ring a bell, I reminded her that we’d met at a party.
She still didn’t remember me but that was just fine. I asked her if something was wrong?
She told me no, but she couldn’t keep from sniffling.
I asked her again.
Again, she told me nothing was wrong and then she told me it was none of my business.
Have you ever heard anything so rude? I’ll admit it. It ticked me off but rather than getting mad, I decided right then and there that I wouldn’t get mad, that I’d get even instead. I suggested maybe she’d like to come with me for something a little sweet.
She probably would have told me to fuck off but when I said I’d suggested it, I meant I’d “suggested” it if you know what I mean. No? You don’t know what I mean? Hey, no problem. It’s just that Suzette just had this sort of dazed look now as she looked at me and when I made my suggestion again, she accepted.
There was this ice cream shop around the corner from the restaurant and I told her we could go there and I’d buy her something sweet to eat. Would she have come on her own if I hadn’t “suggested” it to her? Most likely not but then that didn’t really matter. She was there with me.
It turned out the reason she’d been crying in the restaurant was because her boyfriend had been mean to her and by mean, I took that as he’d tried to get a little too frisky and she’d gotten offended not that I blamed the guy. There were plenty of reasons that a guy might wasn’t to get frisky with the lovely Suzette.
Let’s face it. There’s something about a girl and a nice cream cone. I mean there’s just not a way for a girl to enjoy an ice cream cone and to not look sexy at the same time so I was definitely enjoying being there with the lovely Suzette.
It turned out Suzette had come to the United States as a teenager which meant she still had a bit of an accent. She’d had a hard time of it apparently the first couple of years that she’d been here but since then, things had gotten better for her. “What flavor do you have there?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
She looked at the cone almost as if she was checking the cone just to make sure of her answer. “It’s vanilla,” she said.
As I said, I already knew that but I went on nonetheless. “French vanilla?” I asked.
Once more, she looked at the cone and she shook her head. “No, it’s just vanilla.”
I was unperturbed. “French vanilla?” I asked again.
Once more, Suzette looked confused. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to respond again but at the last moment, she held her tongue and she said nothing.
“That’s your name isn’t it. Vanilla, isn’t it? French Vanilla.”
“Oui,” she said in a thicker accent than she had had before. “My name, eet ees Vanilla.”
“You’d like to come back to my place, wouldn’t you?”
“Oui. It is as you say,” Vanilla said, her accent growing more and more heavy by the moment. “I woold like to go back to your place.”
“And you want to show me your pussy.”
“Mais oui. But of course I want to show you my poosy.”
“That’s the way it is with all French girls, isn’t it? You just can’t wait to show off your pussies.”
Vanilla coquettishly put a finger to her lips. “Shh,” she cautioned me. “It’s a secret but yes, you are right. No French girl can resist showing off her poosy. Every French girl thinks hers is the best and every French girl wants every man to see just how good hers is.”
“I knew it,” I said, “but I also know something else.”
“And that is?”
“French girls like it in the ass.”
“Mais oui. But of course. Every French girl wants a boy in her derrière. It just feels so right to have a boy there like that.”
“Perhaps we should go see what you want.”
“Mmm. Perhaps we should.”
Vanilla was all up for it whereas Suzette would have been shocked at what her counterpart was doing. True to her word, Vanilla couldn’t wait to get her clothes off or to look up at me as I pounded my cock into her warm, wet pussy or to tell me that of all the French girls out there with all their tight, little “poosies”, she was the best of all of them because her “poosy” was the tightest and the best of all of them and she dared me to try and prove her wrong.
And it wasn’t long before I had her on her hands and knees with my cock at first in her “poosy” but in short order my cock had moved to her derrière and all the while, Vanilla kept telling me how good it was and how much she wanted my cock and how much she needed my cum.
I gave her what she wanted knowing full well that the next day Suzette would wake up wondering why her pussy was so sore and knowing full well that it wouldn’t be long before Vanilla was back again to show me just how good French girls really were.
Which brings us back to the twins. You can’t have a sundae without a topping, can you Mocha?
“I thought that was my job.”
“Oh it is and don’t you worry dear, you do it so very well but sometimes your master is looking for a little something different.”
“Oh.”
Oh indeed. Isn’t she cute. Like I’d ever get tired of her cute, little butt but yes, I did find myself wanting a little something different and yes, that most definitely is where the twins come in. You see I had this idea so I went down to see them at their apartment.
As it turned out, it was Daniella who answered the door when I arrived. She was a bit brusque with me and I had the feeling that she was waiting for someone else to arrive.
You know, I’d never tried to hypnotize two people at the same time, and I wasn’t about to start then because I just had the feeling that it would be a pain in the butt to do and besides, there was no point in doing it. I didn’t need to hypnotize them both at the same time.
I asked her if I could come in and she gave me one of those looks that just sort of screamed, you’ve got to be kidding, but she still grudgingly let me in, not, I think, because she wanted to but because of the trigger that I’d left in her mind when I’d visited before.
I won’t say it was easy but I won’t say it was hard either but it wasn’t long before I had Daniella under my control.
I suppose I might have had my way with her right then and there but before I could do anything, I heard someone at the door and moments later, the door opened and there was Paola looking at me and her sister and she couldn’t help but notice the vacant gaze from her sister’s eyes. She rushed to her sister’s side and only then did she look back at me. “Oh my God,” she asked, “what’s wrong with her?”
I didn’t have to answer her truthfully but I did anyways. “Nothing,” I told her. “There’s nothing wrong with her.”
Again, she was looking back at her sister. “How can you say that, Kenny. Look at her. She’s ... She looks so empty.”
“That may be but she likes being that way.”
That got her to look back at me once again. “What did you say?” she asked me.
“I said she likes being that way but if you don’t believe me, ask her yourself. Ask her if she likes being like this.”
“Kenny?”
“Go on,” I told her again. “Go on and ask her. Ask her if she likes being like that. Ask her if she likes being mindless and obedient.”
She was still staring at me but then once again she looked back at her sister. “Dani,” she asked. “Dani, can you hear me?”
“I can hear you,” he sister replied in a near monotone.
“Dani? Dani, do you like being like ... like this? Do you like being like .... like you are now?”
“I like it,” she said. “I like being mindless and obedient.”
She looked back at me. “What did you do to her?” she asked menacingly.
“I’m not going to tell you but I can show you.”
“Okay, show me.”
“First you’re going to have to look in my eyes,” I told her.
“What?!” she squawked at me. “What the hell are you talking about?!”
I have to admit I was a bit chagrined at that. I mean yeah, it can happen sometimes. You get a girl and you think you’ve got her right where you want her and suddenly she totally turns everything on its head. That’s the way it was with Paola and if I’d been smarter about it, maybe I would have seen it coming. The problem was that Paola was so keyed up over what I’d done to her sister that she wasn’t willing to listen to anything that I had to say. “Paola, please,” I said as I tried to placate her. “Please listen to me.”
“No,” she said vehemently. “No. I’m not going to listen to you.”
“Listen to me and I’ll explain.”
“No. I don’t want to hear anything that you have to say.”
“Oh come on,” I pleaded with her.
“You can tell it to the police,” she told me.
She’d already picked up the phone. I had to act fast. “Stop! Put that down,” i commanded her.
She froze where she was but she didn’t put the phone down. She wasn’t mine yet.
“Be a good, little girl, would you, and kneel down and suck my cock, would you.” That last bit wasn’t directed at Paola. It was directed at the sister and the sister was already under my control. In moments, she was kneeling down in front of me and undoing my belt buckle and taking down my pants and my underwear. Her hand stroked my shaft for just a moment before she slid herself onto my member.
“Oh yeah,” I groaned. “Would you look at that. Your sister sure does no how to suck a good cock.”
She wanted to turn. I know she wanted to but she hadn’t turned yet. She was still standing there with the phone in her hand.
“Oh fuck, she’s good,” I groaned. “You really ought to see this.”
She still hadn’t turned but I was starting to put the thought in her head and I was making it grow. She really did want to see what her sister was doing. I’ll give her credit though. She still hadn’t turned and it was going to be close. Her sister had been told to suck my cock and that was exactly what her sister intended to do and if Paola didn’t turn around before her sister made me cum then it would be game over.
“Fuck,” I groaned again. “She really is better than you. No offense but I don’t really think you could do better than her.”
She still hadn’t turned but I’d seen her head twitch and it looked as if she was breathing a little more heavily.
“I really don’t understand why you don’t want to look,” I told her. “I thought twins shared everything.”
That did it. She couldn’t resist that last, final jibe. She turned around. She had to see what her sister was doing and now that she had, I was finally able to start and take control of her.
“That’s it,” I purred. “Just look at the rhythm of her head as she sucks my cock.” I’ll bet that was the first time a hypnotist ever used the rhythm of a cock sucking head to hypnotize the cock sucker’s twin sister but hey, it worked.
“I’ll bet you’d like to be right down there on your knees with your sister,” I said.
She didn’t say anything but I could see her nodding even as she continued to watch her sister.
“Go on,” I told her. “Get down on your knees.”
She wasn’t resisting anymore. She dropped to her knees and in true sisterly fashion, her sister shared my cock with my newest convert and with the two of them sharing my cock as they eagerly sucked me off, you probably have guessed by now that it wasn’t long before they had me cumming.
As with Michelle and Suzette, I created new names for my Brazilian hotties, dubbing Paola/Daniella as Kara/Mel and just to let them know how much they’d pleased me, I let them get me hard again so I could fuck them once again which of course they did.
“I like them,” said Mocha. “I like Kara and Mel.”
Well of course she did. No back biting or in fighting in my harem that’s for damned sure. I mean hey, when you put together a harem of hypnotized hotties, the last thing you want is for them to get mad at one of the others and do something stupid and potentially dangerous just so that one person can get a leg up on the others so all my girls get along with the others and more than that, they actually try to find ways to make it even better so if Kara thinks Mel deserves a good hard ass fucking, (which let me tell you with an ass like hers, that’s pretty much always the case,) then she’s going to suggest that to me, and if Mocha wants to go face down on the pussies of one of the other girls while she gets fucked from behind, again, you’re not going to hear anyone complain.
Which brings us to Candy.
With a name like Candy, you might think maybe that was her sundae name but actually, it’s not. Candace Van Wallingford is her real name but she just calls herself Candy. She comes from money of some sort and I suppose if I cared about that, I might ask her more about it and I might just do that ... some day, but for now and to me, she’s not Candace and she’s not even Candy. She’s Cherie.
Cherie? Now that’s an unusual you might say. Cherie’s not really a food but then again a cherry is and well you see, Candace, okay Candy, okay Cherie, she’s this cute, little redhead who just loves to climb up on top of my cock and give it a ride.
“She likes to be on top,” Mocha said.
“Yes,” I told her. “I think I just said that.” I suppose it might have sounded as if I was mad at her but I really wasn’t all that mad at her because quite frankly, Mocha was right. Cherie was this little bundle of energy and she certainly did like to be on top, at least when she was around me, and when she was around me, when she was up on top, there was nothing that she liked more than bouncing her pussy up and down on my cock.
And let’s face it. What really is a sundae if there’s not a Cherie on top.