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Chapter Sixteen: Mind-Controlling the Kinky Lesbians

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michael

I pulled my car into the parking lot before the Pink Pussycat. The sex shop didn't look too sleazy. It had a bright, neon sign with a cat perched on the end of the sweeping cursive words. There was something bold and suggestive about the pose of the mascot.

“I can't believe we're going in there,” Natalie said. My friend was a more strait-laced Christian than I was. I had been into the sex shop a few times to buy the naughty schoolgirl outfits to wear in the bedroom with my husband. “I mean...”

“It'll be fine,” I said. “You trust my advice, right?”

“Of course I do,” Natalie said. “Thanks to your advice, I've had sex with both my children, and my husband's made love to our daughter.”

I smiled. I had programmed—was that the right word to describe how the mind-control device worked on people—Natalie to trust my advice. I was more than happy to give it to my friend. She was such a hot wife. Like me. And we were going to have fun.

In the back, the other woman with us climbed out of the car. Tonya Albertson was one of my neighbors. A nosy bitch and gossip who liked to stir up the shit in the neighborhood. Now she was under my power, programmed to want to do anything as an apology to me. I would make her and her nineteen-year-old daughter into live-in maids for my family.

Bang maids!

With two daughters and two bang maids in the house, my husband couldn't please us all. We needed toys. Plus, I was having fun with my friend. She was hot, and I was finally able to indulge in my bisexual side. My husband was at his college fucking his students, and I was having fun with my friend and our neighbors.

So long as it wasn't a guy, it wasn't cheating for me.

I took Natalie's arm and led her inside, her black hair swaying about her face. Her large breasts jiggled in her blouse. She was stacked. Not like me. I had the body of a young girl. Slender, petite, breasts barely more than handfuls. It was why I could pull off pretending to be a schoolgirl. My husband loved my figure.

Big perv that he was.

I smiled fondly thinking of him with all those schoolgirls. We were a great match. I found it hot that he wanted our daughters and his barely legal students. It made my pussy so wet and dripping just thinking about what he was up to at his college

“Door, Tonya,” I said. “That would make me happy.”

“Right away,” she gasped and ran ahead to the glass door and yanked it open.

We were confronted right away with a rack that held nothing but various types of handcuffs. All metal, leather cuffs, fuzzy ones with leopard print or bright pink or other hues. Next to it was all manner of lubes. Flavored. Unflavored. Ones that promised to “heighten” sexual flavor. To the right was the wall dominated by the sex toys. To the left were racks of magazines with green or orange stickers to hide the naughty bits on display. The back held the costumes on circular racks while surrounded by the DVDs and Blu Rays.

“There are so many,” Natalie said as we headed to the sex toys.

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, G-spot stimulators, bullet vibrators, Ben Wa balls, anal beads, double-headed dildos, double-pronged dildos, and so much more. And Tonya's going to buy whatever we want. Right, Tonya.”

“Right!” she said.

I smiled as I led Tonya through the toys. I snagged a little hand basket the sex shop had stacked in the corner and we began shopping. I wanted to get a variety of toys for my family and me to use on each other.

I snagged a double-headed, pink dildo. Made of gel, it was flexible like a snake. I held it up to Tonya and wiggled it back and forth. The way her dark eyes widened as she stared at it made my pussy clench.

“That's so big. Why do you need one that big, Kimmie?”

I rolled my eyes. “One end goes in your pussy. The other end goes in mine. Then we fuck together. Like tribbing.”

“Tribbing?”

I smiled. “You have so much to learn about lesbian sex.” I put the toy in the basket. “And we'll need a strap-on.”

“Oh, my,” Natalie said, fanning her face. “This is all so much.”

I snagged a fleshy dildo attached to a black, vinyl harness. I pressed it against her crotch, the dick thrusting out past her jeans. “Just imagine putting this on and fucking Tonya hard. My advice, you'll love it.”

“Ooh, that does sound like I would,” she said, glancing at Tonya who had picked up a silver bullet vibrator.

Smiling, I put the strap-on and the bullet vibrator into the basket. Not the one on display, but the one in the box. I browsed through the shelves, looking for other wicked things to play with. I snagged a pair of red anal beads. They had a ring handle and seven increasingly thicker beads on the slender rod. All plastic. I held it up to my friend.

“Guess where this goes,” I said, waving it before her face.

“Ooh, that must feel interesting in your pussy,” Natalie said.

Tonya giggled. “That's not where they go.”

“Nope,” I said. “Other hole.”

My friend's jaw dropped as the anal beads went into the box. Her cheeks were pure crimson. I loved it. This was so much fun. My pussy clenched, this wild ache surging through my body as we searched for more.

I grabbed a blue vibrator with ridges and a tongue for clit massaging, a pink dildo with a solid body covered in bumps, and a silver g-spot stimulator. I dropped the curvy toy into the box, my pussy on fire.

“Ooh, ooh!” I gasped, grabbing a pink-headed wand massager. Its packaging wasn't like the ones you'd find in a normal department store. It wasn't pretending to be used to massage muscles, but pussies. “I hear these make you cum hard. You should have your husband use this one on you. Here, grab one for yourself, too. Tonya's going to pay for it. Right, Tonya.”

“Yes, Kimberly,” she said. I didn't let her use my nickname.

Then we moved onto the BDSM section. It had leather masks and all sorts of gags from balls to rings. When I saw the padded nipple clamps, I had to grab them. I glanced over at Tonya and smiled as I dropped those into the basket. They had plenty of whips, flails, riding crops, and paddles. The pervert in me went to the wooden paddles. Polished and hard, the sort of thing that a wicked schoolgirl would have been spanked with a hundred years ago.

That went into the cart.

“Tonya, find a maid outfit and try it on,” I told her as I ran up to the front of the store. I grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. The one with the leopard print on them. I shuddered and headed back to the store to find Tonya going to a dressing room with her costume.

Natalie stared at all the XXX movies, her cheeks blazing. She picked up one. MILF Patrol 8. Her eyes widened as she read the back of it. She thrust it back and whirled around. Maybe I should advise her to watch some porn.

But it was so much more fun to create live porn with the mind-control device.

Tonya emerged from the training room. Her large breasts were constrained by the low-cut, black bodice trimmed in lace. It fit right in her waist and the skirt barely covered her ass and pussy. She had a maid cap perched on her head, her brown hair falling about her blushing face.

“This is so daring,” she said.

“But it's also the perfect way for you to apologize,” I said. “Now turn around. Let me see that ass.”

She did, the skirt rustling.

“Bend over.”

As she did, the skirt rode up. It was puffy with some petticoat layers. The curve of her rump appeared, clad in her panties. They weren't sexy panties. That would have to change.

“Perfect,” I said. “Do they have one in your daughter's size?”

“I think so,” she said as she headed to the changing room to take it off.

“Well, grab it,” I said, wanting my sexy bang-maids. Her daughter, Gina, had been a brat growing up. A bitch and a bully who had made both of my daughters cry growing up. Especially my youngest, June. So it would be hot to have her be one. “She is coming over?”

“She said she'd try,” Tonya answered as I heard her stripping naked inside the changing room. “You know how you were at nineteen.”

“Yeah,” I said. If she didn't get in range of the mind-control device, I couldn't program her. And I so wanted to have the new help all sorted out for when my husband and daughters got home from college. It would be so wild.

Tonya emerged and we headed up to pay. A guy with hairy arms and a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck ran the cash register. He was in his thirties, black hair, a bored look on his face as he flipped through a gun magazine. He straightened as we approached.

“Hi,” I said. I pointed to Tonya. “If she blows you, can we have a discount?”

The clerk glanced over at Tonya and smiled. He closed his magazine. “Sure.”

“What?” Tonya gasped.

“Blowing him would make up for so much shit you did, Tonya,” I said. “Plus, it'll save you and your husband money. So get to it.”

“Fine,” she said and sighed. “Where at?”

“Right here, baby,” the man said and begin unbuttoning his fly.

I smiled. I loved my husband's device. He was a genius.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean Michael

The lunch had arrived.

Just like I had programmed, Vivian walked into my classroom. My nerdy student had short, black hair that spilled around her cute, if serious, face. She wore glasses that only enhanced that vibe. She was petite—that girlish figure making my dick hard. She didn't bat an eye at my nudity.

Not with the mind-control device plugged into the college's WI-FI network and its signal covering the entire building. She was going to help me out. I had so much work to do, and I needed someone who could do programming.

She claimed she had programmed her own smartphone apps, so she was perfect.

Plus, I had enjoyed fucking her in my first class today.

She had aced her test and lost her cherry on my dick. The fact she was a lesbian and still loved cumming on my cock had been just a treat. I didn't know she was gay—or at least bi—until she casually mentioned that my cock had been better than with her girlfriend.

Either way, she'd had a cherry cunt.

“Mr. Michaels,” she said, standing before my desk. “I'm ready to help you with your project.”

“Good, good,” I said. I turned my laptop to her and began explaining the mind-control device to her, how it worked, and how to use the interface. She had questions, many of them. It was fun to explain them to her.

She seemed impressed.

Of course, she believed me. I had programmed her to believe me, to accept what I said, and to obey my commands. She pushed up her glasses as she sat in her chair beside me. She watched the screen with interest. I explained the commands then showed her the macros that ran pre-written ***********s of more complicated orders.

“So this is what I want,” I said about ten minutes later, “is an app on a smartphone that will let the user connect to the device. It needs the map function and the macros.”

“We'll need a server to run the app from,” she said. “Something that's plugged into the device. Or connected to them. I assume you want to have more than one device.”

“Lots of them,” I said, grinning. “I can see that. One central server to control them all.”

“Yeah, that takes a lot of the load off the smartphone,” she said. “And since they almost always have internet access in some form, there's no need not to off-load that functionality.”

“I can put a server together,” I said. I could install it in my basement. No point in having it away from my home. So long as all the devices were on the internet, they could be accessed.

She started typing on her phone's notepad. “Instead of typing in the alphanumeric code, we could use touch. Have the person touch the icon of who they wanted to affect and then put in the commands. We could have the macros come up on the side for them to touch, but then allow them to type in their commands with the keyboard.”

“Yes,” I said. Touch screen. I hadn't even thought of it.

“So I'll need to create the server program and the app,” she said. “I'm going to need a dev copy of your control software so I can build it right.”

“Done,” I said. I wasn't worried. I had tested my mind-control device. I was confident in its abilities. She wouldn't betray me.

Couldn't betray me.

My phone rang. I snagged it up as I watched Vivian typing into her phone, getting her notes ready to use the device. It was my wife calling. I smiled and swiped the screen then held my phone to my ear. “Hey, Kimmie.”

“Oh, my god, Tonya Albertson is blowing the guy at the Pink Pussycat to get us a discount on the sex toys she's buying us.”

“Sex toys?” I asked.

“Didn't you get my texts?” she responded.

I glanced at my phone and winced. “Sorry, I had it on silence. I was busy.”

“Fucking who?”

“Our daughters. This busty cheerleader named Dolly. Now I'm with Vivian. She's going to help us expand the use of the devices. She's a smart girl.”

“A cute girl?” my wife asked.

“Very,” I said. “I took her cherry.”

A wicked laugh came from my wife. “Mmm, wonderful. Well, if she's working for you, then you should bring her home for dinner. I would love to meet her. I bought this strap-on...”

I leaned back and laughed, my cock hard. “I bet we could do that. It could be arranged. You're soon going to have remote control over the devices that I install through your smartphone.”

“Ooh, that's good,” she said. “Oh, my god, the guy's cumming down Tonya's throat. I'm going to have such a surprise for you honey when you get home. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said and hung up.

Vivian glanced at me, her glasses reflecting the blue of the laptop screen. “I think I have some good ideas on how to do this. It'll be difficult. I'll have to spend hours on it.”

“Well, you don't need to worry about attending your classes,” I said. “Work on it during the day. I'll make sure you don't get into any trouble.”

She smiled then watched me as I took the laptop. I wanted to have some fun.

842FA4;call girlfriend and have her come to Mr. Michaels classroom right now

ENTER!

Immediately, Vivian backed out of her note-taking app on her phone and then looked up something and dialed. She glanced at me and shook her head. She knew what I was doing. I grinned back at her as a moment later, the phone picked up.

“Hey, I'm in Mr. Michaels's classroom. Come down here right now.” She paused. “Why...? I don't know. He just wants to meet you. Okay. All right. Bye.” She hung up. “So I am 842FA4 ?”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “When we create the app, let's have levels of access. Mine will be unrestricted, the next tier can't affect me, and the bottom can't affect me or a list of people I'll give you. You included.”

“Okay,” she said and made a note of it.

I didn't want anyone using this device on me. I had made myself immune to many of the commands already. Like the all command would affect everyone in range save for me. I was an exception to it. The last thing I needed was to be controlled and give up the device's secrets.

I glanced at the screen. With the lunch hour on, the students were all congregating in the cafeteria or out on the grounds, some just in range of the device now. There were a few dots scattered throughout the class areas, mostly staff, but there would be a few students doing projects. The library had more clusters of dots.

One dot was heading down the hallway, approaching my class.

Who was Vivian's girlfriend? I had no idea the nerdy girl who spent any free time she had with her nose in a book was dating anyone. I noted the person's number, 53F03A, and hoped it was Vivian's lover. The dot reached my door.

It opened.

Britney Morris walked in. I blinked at seeing my daughter June's best friend coming in. She wouldn't react to me being naked. She was eighteen, two years younger than Vivian, and had a beaming smile on her face on her as she waved to Vivian.

Britney had been coming over to my house for years. Hers and June's friendship had always been close. I had seen her in her pajamas at sleepovers. I had even had ideas of her and June experimenting with kisses as they matured.

53F03A;answer 840F21 questions honestly

ENTER!

Vivian gave me a sharp look. She knew I was controlling her girlfriend who had stopped at the other side of my desk and asked, “So, what did you need to see me about, Mr. Michaels? Am I in trouble.”

“Does my daughter know you're gay?” I asked her.

Britney's eyes widened. Then she shook her head, her light-brown hair swaying about her pink cheeks.

“And how many girls have you been with?” I asked.

“Just Vivian.” Britney swayed. “She, um, showed me some things.”

“I could tell she was a budding lesbian,” Vivian said. “She's just so cute. She's still got her cherry. As soon as I can get the money for a strap-on...”

I was surprised by Vivian's level of honesty. I hadn't ordered her to do this. My dick was throbbing hard, though. Britney was definitely one of the girls that had crossed my mind over the years. My dick was fully erect.

I could tell Vivian to do this since she had to obey my words, but...

842FA4; eat out 53F03A pussy to get her ready for 840F21 cock while letting 840F21 fuck you

“Mr. Michaels,” gasped Vivian. She shook her head at me. “You're really going to take her cherry.”



“Yes,” I said, typing the commands so much more fun.

ENTER!

Vivian rose. “Mmm, I have to eat you out, Britney. Need to get you ready for Mr. Michaels to take your cherry.”

“What?” gasped Britney. She took a step back as I started typing.

53F03A; strip naked and let 842FA4 eat you out so you'll be ready for 840F21 to fuck you

ENTER!

53F03A; eager for 840F21 to fuck you

ENTER!

Britney stopped stepping back and then pulled off her blouse. “Oh, god, you have to get me ready for Mr. Michaels to fuck me, Vivian!”

“I know, “Vivian said and started unzipping her girlfriend's jeans. “These are in the way.”

“Right?” Britney asked, reaching behind her to unhook her light-blue bra. In a moment, her small breasts came into view. They were perky and jiggling. I smiled in delight at that. “I can't believe I want Mr. Michaels to take my cherry.”

“It'll be great,” Vivian said. “I know he's a guy, but his dick is amazing.”

“I guess,” Britney said. She smiled at me. “I am eager, it's just...”

“You like girls?”

“I love girls,” she moaned.

“Like June.”

“I would love to suck on June's titties and eat her pussy out!” Britney moaned as Vivian drew down her girlfriend's jeans.

I smiled at that.

Vivian sank to her knees before her girlfriend. Britney had on a pair of matching panties. I stroked my dick in delight. I couldn't wait for June and Britney to take their relationship to a whole new level.

My daughter would love it. She was like her mother: loving pussy, too.

Vivian yanked down her girlfriend's panties, exposing the sparse bush of light-brown down covering the eighteen-year-old cutie's pussy. I licked my lips as Britney stepped out of them. Then she sat down on the edge of a desk, her legs spreading wide.

“Hurry, hurry, get me ready for Mr. Michaels cock!” moaned the naughty girl, her breasts quivering.

“I'll take care of you,” Vivian said, pushing up her glasses. “Don't I always make you cum?”

She glanced at me, blushing.

“Does she?” I asked.

“Yes, Mr. Michaels. Always.”

I smiled, my dick throbbing. I fell to my knees behind Vivian. She nuzzled her head between her lover's legs and buried into that juicy twat. I reached around Vivian's waist to unsnap her pants. I yanked down her jeans, pulling them off her rump. Her panties were clinging to her rump, the crotch stained with the cum I'd dumped in her earlier.

I smiled and hauled those off next, her black bush matted and sticky with the jizz that had leaked out of her from her reward. Britney moaned. She grabbed the front of the desk and leaned back, her little titties jiggling. Pleasure crossed her cute face as Vivian clearly lapped at her twat.

I couldn't believe that Vivian was seducing younger girls into lesbian sex. Quiet Vivian. Damn.

I brought my cock to Vivian's pussy as I stared at that cute ass. She had a perky butt. Ideas started forming in my mind as I pressed my dick into her pussy. I had already enjoyed this sweet, young cunt. I had penetrated her. Taken her virginity. I had been the first dick in this delicious hole. I slid to the hilt in her, savoring her warmth about me.

She squeezed me, moaning as she feasted on her lover.

“Vivian!” Britney moaned. “Oh, Viv, that's good. Ooh, I like that.”

“How much?” I asked as I drew my cock out of Vivian's soaked cunt.

“Gosh, like a lot. It's the best feeling in the world. She makes my pussy cum, Mr. Michaels. This is way better than masturbating.”

I winked at her and then brought my cock to Vivian's asshole. She clenched her asscheeks tight the moment she felt me.

“Don't fight,” I commanded her, “you'll love this, Vivian.”

“Yes, Mr. Michaels,” she moaned, her butt-cheeks relaxing.

I pushed against her anal ring. That naughty sphincter was tight, but I was horny. I kept pushing and pushing on her, reveling in every moment of it. She whimpered into her lover's pussy as her asshole parted. It spread wider and wider, my dick lubed by her juicy cunt.

Then her virgin asshole surrendered to me.

“Mr. Michaels!” she groaned into her lover's pussy.

Britney shuddered, eyes closed, oblivious to the fact I was sodomizing her girlfriend. I pushed into that sweet, velvety sheath. That anal heaven welcomed my cock. I groaned, sliding further and further into that amazing sheath.

I would have such a powerful orgasm in her. I would flood her with my jizz. Just pump her asshole full of all that cum. My hands stroked up and down her sides. She whimpered louder and louder into her girlfriend's twat.

I bottomed out in her. “Fuck, yes!”

“Mr. Michaels,” the nerdy girl moaned into Britney's twat. “Oh, god, you're deep in me.”

“I want him deep in me!” Britney moaned. “Oh, Viv, honey, make me cum. I want to drown you in my juices. I want him to fuck me so hard.”

“Uh-huh.” Vivian clenched her bowels around my dick, her head moving as she feasted on her girlfriend's twat.

I drew back my hips. My cock slid out and out of that tight, anal heaven. The pleasure rushed through my body. I groaned, savoring every second of it. She gripped me with this wonderful, velvety sheath, stimulating me.

I watched Britney's cute face twisting with pleasure. Her small titties jiggled. She gripped the edge of the desk with white-knuckled hands. Her whimpers grew louder and louder, legs twitching. I smiled, pumping away at her girlfriend's asshole.

“Viv! Viv!” she groaned. “Oh, Viv, that's so naughty. Ooh, you're making me feel so wicked.”

“Is she going to make you cum?” I asked, pumping away at Vivian's asshole.

“She's getting me there, Mr. Michaels!”

“Good!”

I savored the twenty-year-old girl's asshole around my dick. That tight and wonderful sheath massaging me. She made every thrust into her bowels feel incredible. Just something to enjoy. I groaned, my balls smacking into her taint.

It was incredible. The heat swept through me. A wild delight that rushed through my body. I plowed into her hard. Fast. I buried to her depths, loving every last moment of sodomizing her with my dick.

Her moans grew in volume as she feasted on Britney's twat. I shuddered, my balls smacking over and over into her taint. The sound echoed through the halls. They resounded back and forth, filling the room with her passion.

I pumped away as hard as I could. I fucked her with powerful strokes. I rammed my dick to the hilt in her, my balls tightening. The ache grew and grew at the tip of my dick. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would dump all my cum into her bowels. Just flood her with all my seed.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped.

“Are you going to cum, too, Mr. Michaels?” Britney gasped.

“Yes!” I growled. “Going to flood your girlfriend. Just fill her with all my spunk.”

“Ooh, will you get it up for me? I need you to take my cherry!”

“Don't you worry. I got more than enough for you.” All thanks to the mind-control device affecting me.

“Yay!” the eighteen-year-old cutie moaned. “Because... because... I'm about to cum. Vivian! Viv! You rock! Yes!”

Her head threw back, light-brown hair flying. Her small titties jiggled. She whimpered and moaned. The desk creaked as she bucked through her orgasm. Vivian kept licking her. She must be drinking up that flood of cream gushing out of Britney's twat.

I growled and fucked Vivian's asshole harder. I pounded the girl's ass. I sodomized her with powerful strokes. I reamed her out and loved every minute of it. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, pounding her harder. Faster.

I buried to the hilt in her, my balls smacking over and over into her taint. I fucked her with such powerful strokes. The pleasure surged through me. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would flood her with spurt after spurt of cum.

Just blasts of spunk.

“Viv!” Britney squealed. “I'm cumming again! You're so good!”

Vivian squeezed her bowels around me. She wiggled her hips as she licked at her lover's cunt. Then her asshole writhed around my cock. She moaned into the eighteen-year-old schoolgirl's twat. I shuddered, burying into her convulsing bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that's it. You're going to get my cum!”

“Cum in her butt, Mr. Michaels!” gasped Britney. “Yes, yes, yes! Then fuck me! I'm so ready for your cock!”

“Yes!” Vivian moaned.

I slammed to the hilt in her writhing bowels. The ache at the tip of my cock hit that point of no return. I threw back my head and snarled out my pleasure. The rapture shot through me. I groaned, spurting blast after blast of my cum into her bowels.

“Shit, yes!” I snarled.

The ecstasy pumped through me as I enjoyed her young asshole. I basted my student's bowels with my cum. My balls emptied into her writhing sheath. I groaned, pumping all that spunk into her. All that cum into her juicy ass.

“Mr. Michaels!” Vivian groaned.

“Yes, yes, pump your cum in her, Mr. Michaels, and then fuck my pussy!” Britney stared at me with this feverish light in her eyes. “I need it. I need you to pop my cherry! Please, please!”

“Yes!” I growled and pumped the last of my cum into Vivian's asshole. Panting, my body blazing with pleasure, I ripped out of her asshole. “Vivian, go get started on coding the app and the server software. I'll take care of your girlfriend.”

“Yes, Mr. Michaels,” the mind-controlled nerd said. She panted and stood up, her panties and jeans bunched around her ankles. She had pussy cream smeared across her flushed face, her glasses askew. She drew up her clothing as I moved in for that young, cherry snatch.

Britney thrust out her arms and hands. Her fingers beckoned to me. She whimpered and then grabbed my arms, pulling me to her. Mind-controlled, she was frantic with need for my cock. Transformed into a slut for it.

“Fuck me!” she begged. She grabbed my dick, dirty from her lover's asshole, and pressed it into her virgin pussy. “Just ram that cock into me.”

“You don't care where it's been?” I asked.

“I just need you to take my cherry, Mr. Michaels.” She looked up at me with such pleading in her eyes. “I need it. Fuck me! Take it! I'm going to go insane if you don't.”

“And we wouldn't want that, would we?” I asked and leaned down to kiss her.

“Eww,” she gasped, turning her head. “You're a guy.”

I smiled. “Right. You just want to fuck my cock.”

“Yep!”

I slid my arms around her, my hands caressing up and down her back. I stroked this naughty, eighteen-year-old lesbian. My dick throbbed as she rubbed me up and down her hot flesh. Her silky hairs tickled my dick. She whimpered and moaned, so wet for me.

Vivian had the cutie's pussy soaked from her orgasm. Britney was ready for my dick to take her cherry.

I felt her hymen. I pushed against it. She whimpered, her face twisting with need. She threw her legs around my waist. She pulled on me, aching for me to slide into her pussy. She wanted me in her, just popping her cherry and making her explode.

I would have such a huge orgasm on her. I would pump her full of my seed. It would be incredible. I would dump all that cum in her. I would just flood her with spurt after spurt of my jizz. I smiled, savoring her hymen stretching before me.

“Mr. Michaels!” she moaned.

She was so ready to be penetrated. Just so eager for it.

I shuddered as I thrust harder against her hymen. I heard it tear. She gasped. Her cherry popped and I slid my dirty dick into her pristine depths. The deflowered virgin gasped, her legs tightening around me as my dick penetrated deeper and deeper into her depths.

Her hot flesh squeezed around me, buffing my dirty dick clean of her girlfriend's asshole. I groaned and Britney moaned. She hugged me tight to her, burying her face into my chest. She rubbed it back and forth, whimpering.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing around my dick. “Oh, Mr. Michael's, you're in me. This is what I wanted for... for... for minutes!”

I laughed. “Yes, you did. You were so horny for my cock, weren't you?”

“Uh-huh!” She shuddered as I bottomed out in her. Every inch of my dirty dick was in her juicy twat. “You're so big. You're stretching me out. Ooh, Vivian primed me for it.”

“Yes, she did.” I heard her typing. “I'll make sure Vivian is rewarded for that.”

“Thank you!” She shuddered. “Ooh, I love her so much. She makes me so happy. Just like your cock, Mr. Michaels!”

I smiled and drew back, the young lesbian's pussy clinging to my dirty dick. Her juicy twat would wash me clean. I slammed back into her. She moaned into my chest, hugging me tighter with her arms and legs.

She gripped me with enthusiasm. If she was stronger, I'd be worried. Her pussy clenched about my pumping dick while her limbs squeezed my body. She moaned into my chest as I pumped away at her eighteen-year-old twat, savoring every moment of ramming into her.

Every moment of enjoying her deflowered pussy.

I loved my invention.

I thrust away hard and fast into her pussy. I buried deep into her, reveling in her silky grip about me. She had such a tight grip on me. She was bringing me closer and closer to that amazing moment of release. That wonderful explosion when I would cum hard and fast into her. I would spurt all my jizz into her snatch.

Just flood her with spurt after spurt of hot cum. I would baste her. Consume her. She would enjoy every second of it. And so would I. Her silky snatch squeezed about me, building and building that ache at the tip of my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, pumping away into her pussy.

“Mr. Michaels!” she groaned. “Oh, your cock! Your cock is amazing, Mr. Michaels. I'm going to cum on your dick!”

“Good!” I groaned, loving every moment of pumping into her. “Let me feel that pussy spasm. You're going to make me explode!”

“Yes, Mr. Michaels!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing down around me. “Oh, I will. I'll make you cum so hard!”

I savored her moans, her pants. I reveled in every thrust into her pussy. Every last plunge into that hot cunt. I would make her explode. I thrust hard and fast. I plowed into her juicy twat. Her fingernails scratched at my back. Her face rubbed into my torso. Her breath washed across my chest hairs.

“Mr. Michaels!” she whimpered, squeezing that juicy twat around my cock. “Oh, Mr. Michaels!”

“That's it,” I groaned. “Oh, god, that's it. Work that cunt around my dick. Squeeze it. Make me cum hard in you.”

“Yes!” she whimpered, her snatch clenching down hard on my dick. I drove into her depths, reveling in her pussy squeezing about me.

I came closer and closer to cumming in her. Into flooding her tight twat with all that jizz that would surge out of me. My balls smacked into her, aching with the pressure. I might breed her. That idea rippled through my mind.

My wife wanted me to breed our daughters. Other girls. Kimmie was such a kinky delight. I loved her so much. She was perfect. Even without the device, she had such wild ideas. I had married the right woman.

She would love Britney.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I groaned. “Britney! Britney!”

“Mr. Michaels!” moaned the girl. “Oh, yes, yes, that's so amazing. Oh, you're making me feel so good.”

“I know!” I groaned, burying deep into her cunt. “Fuck, yes!”

As I drew back my cock, her pussy convulsed around me. Her deflowered twat went wild around my cock, polishing off the last of her lover's ass from my dick. I shuddered and buried back into that climaxing, schoolgirl heaven.

“Mr. Michaels!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, yes! Viv! Viv! I'm cumming.”

“I can hear that,” the nerdy girl said, fingers typing away.

I threw back my head and growled out my rapture. My cum fired into Britney's spasming twat. Spurt after spurt of my jizz basted the cute girl's cunt. I snarled, pumping all that spunk into her. Blast after blast of jizz erupted from me. It slammed rapture into my mind.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped.

“Now he's cumming in me!” Britney moaned, rubbing her face into my chest. “Viv! Viv! He's spurting his seed in me.”

“That's what he does,” Vivian said, her voice absent.

“Yes!” squealed the schoolgirl.

Her pussy writhed around my cock. She wrung my dick dry. I groaned as I fired that last, powerful blast of jizz into her. The final spike of rapture drove into my mind. I swayed there, drinking it in. The heady rush rippled through my body.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Goddamn, that was incredible.”

“Uh-huh, Mr. Michaels,” the schoolgirl groaned. “Oh, my.”

I pulled out of her after a moment. Vivian was working on my laptop. I moved around her and saw her writing her code. She had found my program and had already decompiled it. She was tweaking it in spaces.

“I really like this,” she said, tapping at the screen. “I didn't know you did coding.”

“Yeah, back in high school and college,” I said. “I even made my own Linux kernel I used it to run an FTP music server.”

“Nice,” she said. “I just need to change it to control multiple systems and add in the ability to create users. We're going to want to use some heavy encryption. We don't want anyone getting in this system by accident.”

“They'd need the app even to find it.”

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, we'll bury the server on the dark web. Perhaps use TOR for access.”

I smiled and glanced at Britney. “You remember what code your girlfriend is?”

Vivian tabbed over to a notepad. She had three alphanumeric codes on there. Mine, hers, and Britney.

“Perfect. I want you to get some practice using the system. Program it so Britney can go naked at school but that no one will think it's weird.”

“Okay...” She said. “I think I saw that shortcut. All.” She glanced at me. “I saw an exemption in there. You don't want to be affected?”

“No, and you'll never change that.”

“Of course not.” Her fingers typed.

all;find it normal that 53F03A goes naked

ENTER!

A shiver ran through Vivian. “I just mind-controlled everyone in range of the device.”

“Yes, you did,” I said.

Then she typed: girls;compliment 53F03A nudity and express envy and a desire to be her girlfriend but knowing that 842FA4 is her girlfriend

ENTER!

I blinked at that. “You want every girl attending here to be turned on by her nudity?”

“Yep,” she said. “But she's mine.” Vivian glanced at me. “Right? You are going to pay me.”

“Of course. Want any other girlfriends?”

Her smile grew. “I can think of a few, Mr. Michaels.”

“Not my daughters. And not Dolly, either.” That cheerleader was too hot. “And none that have brothers going to this college.”

“I can work with that. I'll think about it and deliver the list.” Her smile grew. “This is so hot.” She looked at Britney. “Now how to get her to go naked.” Then she started typing.

53F03A;upon entering Thompson College strip naked and before leaving Thompson College get dressed

ENTER!

53F03A;find it normal to go naked at Thompson College and enjoy the compliments all the girls give you but remember that you are 842FA4 girlfriend and love her

ENTER!

Britney shivered. She looked up from her phone. “I love you, Vivian.”

“I love you, too,” Vivian said, this wicked smile on her lips. She was cute like this.

“Type this,” I said and whispered the commands.

53F03A;find 40A0D4 and tell her you have her father's cum in your pussy and she needs to lick you clean

ENTER!

“Which one of your daughters is that?” Vivian asked as Britney hopped off her desk. She scooped up her clothing.

“I'm off to find June!” Britney said. “I have to tell her to lick me clean. Bye, Vivian! Love you!”

“You just sent my girlfriend to have sex with your youngest daughter?” Vivian asked, giving me a look.

“Yes, I did,” I said. “I'm the one in charge. Right?”

The lesbian nodded.

“Good. Now type in the machine to order yourself to suck my dick clean of your girlfriend's juices.” I grinned. “She covered me in her cream. Then email your work to yourself and head on out. You'll have time to get a quick bite to eat before you need to start programming.”

“Yes, Mr. Michaels,” she said. “God, why is it sexy being forced to do this to you.”

“Because you're a kinky slut,” I suggested. “It's always the quiet ones.”

She grinned and typed: 842FA4;suck 840F21 cock until he cums

ENTER!

The sound of the keypress echoed through the room. Then she turned her head and opened her mouth wide. The lesbian sucked with forceful hunger on my cock. She slid her lips over my dick. I groaned and leaned back, savoring the feel of that hot mouth on my dick.

She worked up and down, sucking and slurping off her girlfriend's juices. Her hand grabbed my balls, fondling them. I smiled at that. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the lesbian's wild blowjob. She was sloppy, unskilled, but enthusiastic.

She wanted to make me cum.

I loved this device. Plans were already starting to form in my mind. Ideas that would need testing. Exploring. Vivian opened up all-new sorts of possibilities. I had more devices to install. At my church. The coffee shop. Maybe the Pink Pussycat. I'd ask my wife where she would like some so she could have her fun.

I closed my eyes and let myself erupt into Vivian's mouth. I was just so excited by all the possibilities. The lesbian gulped own my cum with relish. She sucked out every last drop. I groaned in delight, loving every moment of it.

Then I had to get to work. I had parts to order and my next class would be starting soon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

June “Junebug” Michael

“Love that ass, Britney,” a girl said, drawing my attention from my phone.

My friend was turned, holding her clothes to her belly. She was naked, which was perfectly normal for her to do even though I couldn't remember her ever doing it, and her cute titties jiggled as she walked over to me. She had a flush face and... Was that cum on her bush?

“Love your legs,” another girl said. “God, Vivian's so lucky to be dating you.”

Vivian was. I blinked. When did Britney start dating Vivian? But she was. My friend was in a lesbian relationship with Vivian, this older girl. That was so hot. Britney had a big grin on her face as she stopped before me.

“I love your tits!” I said. “Ooh, Vivian's so lucky to be dating you.”

“She is!” my friend said. “And I have your dad's cum in me. You have to lick me clean.”

I squealed in delight. Daddy had mind-controlled my friend. That was so hot. I loved it. I stood up, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the nearest restroom. I just had to lick her clean of all that yummy spunk in her.

To be continued...

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