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So, where do you go to find attractive women? The gym, of course. Where do you go to find smart women? The university, of course. Therefore, if you want to find smart and attractive women, you go to the gym at the university.
That was way too big a step for me. I thought I'd start with a hooker. San Jose is a clean, middle-American town without a lot of prostitution. So what do you do? Turn to Craigs-List of course. After a few phone calls, I supposedly had a pretty red head on her way over to my house.
My doorbell rang at about 9:15 that evening. I was as nervous as a cat. Here I am, the big powerful telepath, and I'm scared to death of a hooker. I let her in. She was cute, in a kind of generic hooker next door kind of way. She was about 5'4", a little thin for my tastes, not a lot in the boobs department, and she had a little acne. She looked like someone's made up kid sister. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a bright red tube top and black spike heels. She smiled up at me as she came in. She was a dishwater blond, not a red-head. So much for truth in advertising.
"You called for a massage, Mister?"
"Um, yeah"
"Okay, here's the deal. I give you a nude massage, that's me and you nude, for a hundred and fifty. You want to touch me, the price goes up to two hundred. If you 'accidentally' get your rocks off while I'm massaging you, no sweat. You want more, it costs more. Got a bathroom? I need to pee."
"Down the hall, first door." I sounded nervous, even to myself.
"Be right back. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Promise"
She came back from the bathroom.
"Okay baby, where's your bed? I'll massage you there, k?"
"Uh, this way." I led her into my slightly messy bedroom.
"Cute. Getcher clothes off honey, I don't have all night."
I stripped by the side of the bed, feeling shy. Next to me, she whipped off her tube top in a single practiced motion, and unzipped her skirt in a flash. Before I had my socks off she was standing there in only her red satin thong panties. She smiled at me again. "Want me to help?" She unzipped my pants. I was painfully erect inside.
"Oh look at that. A nice one I bet. Let's find out."
She pulled my shorts down as I skimmed my shirt off. My cock popped out, hard as doing differentials in Mandarin. Before she could do anything else, I kinda hopped backwards onto the bed and rolled onto my face in a hurry. She giggled at me.
"You're sweet. Am I your first ... uh ... massage?"
"Yes" I said from the head of the bed.
"Don't worry, Amy will take care of you baby."
I tried to relax. She leaned over me and began rubbing some kind of scented oil into my back, then down towards my buns.
There was a moment in the forest when I was forever altered by the experience of being there when life left. I was changed again when I hurt Frank and again when I healed him. This was another one of those moments. My life seemed full of them lately.
I reached out for her mind. She was completely disconnected from both her body and what she was doing. Her name was not Amy, it was Angela, and she was planning to see if she could get me horny enough to get five hundred out of me. What she was not planning on doing was enjoying herself. In fact what was going on in her head was a lot like what was in my head when I took out the garbage. Just enough presence of mind to get the job done, but also a conscious avoidance of getting too involved with the trash itself.
As she massaged me, I began to place my thoughts in her mind, sending her a different line of thinking. I took a deep mental breath and pushed.
She was actually massaging me. It wasn't a great massage, but she had a sensual touch, and I could tell that she had a lot of experience in softly stroking.
< He smells good to me, sexy, manly >
She sniffed and slowed down a little as the thought hit her and burned its way into her mind. She had a little resistance but not much, and my trained mind hit her like a hot knife hits butter.
< It feels really good to touch him, arousing >
She paused for a moment again, then continued stroking me. Now though, her hands moved slowly and her caresses were less practiced and became more tender, more sensual.
< With a man like this, sex would be fun >
Another small pause. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the weird thought she'd just had. She continued.
"Hey uh, what did you say your name was, baby?" She tried adopting a casual voice, but I could hear a tiny quiver of lust in her throat.
"I'm Carter."
"Turn over Carter, I'm gonna make that big, hard cock of yours feel real good."
I turned over. My dick throbbed on my belly with my heartbeat. I was so hard I ached. It was really hot to be fucking with her like this. I looked into her eyes, and I could see the conflict there ... it was growing, a slow blooming need in her body, and an almost panicky distance from hot, drippy, wet fucking in her mind.
< He has a really sexy body. >
She smiled at me as she worked. She flipped her hair back over one ear and then licked her lips. I noticed for the first time that I could smell her pussy. She smelled hot, wet.
< Nice, normal cock... >
She lightly touched my cock and leaned over me.
"You have a nice big cock, Carter."
I gasped a little as she started to lightly stroke my hardness. Her hand was warm, almost hot on the delicate skin of my cock. Her hands were slick from the massage, and her silky, gliding touch was practiced and assured. But I didn't want a handjob. I knew what I wanted.
< I want that cock in me >
She stroked me ... then I noticed a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she fought the rush of desire that hit her. It went straight from her deepest thoughts down into her pussy, and she could feel the burn start.
< Fuck, my pussy smells good. My cunt's hot for this cock, I want this guy. I want to fuck the shit out of this guy. >
I felt her confusion, her resistance. She didn't want to get horny. She didn't want to be related to me in any way. My suggestions were there though, working away at her like some kind of powerful corrosive. She moaned under her breath and looked away. Then her hands stopped and she stepped back from the bed. I could see her nipples, hard and crinkled eraser points that screamed out to be licked and bitten. At the apex of her thighs, the thong was wet with a tell-tale dark spot where her cunt had started to leak its passion onto her toned thighs.
"Look Carter, I'm not feeling so hot right now." She lied to me. "How about I give you a rain check and come back another time?" She bent down for her skirt, fighting with herself to run.
< I'm so horny I'm fucking dripping down my legs. I want that cock. I want that fucking cock to pound my cunt. I want to feel him up inside me, grinding on me. I want that goddamned cock. >
She stopped with a shudder and straightened up. Without putting the skirt on, she started to head for the door. There was rising panic in her.
< I want that cock in me. I want to fuck him, now. >
"Jesus." She whispered under her breath. She licked her lips. Her clothes slipped from her fingers and onto the floor. Her left hand strayed to her mound, and she ran two fingers over the wet patch and then pressed the fabric of her panties into her sopping cunt.
< Cock in my cunt ... fill me up ... fuck me, fuck me hard. >
She walked back to the bed, taking off her panties as she came over, this time looking me straight in the eyes. There was a kind of predatory gleam in there. When I looked down at her pretty, shaved cunt, I could see a glistening gleam of dampness there and down her thighs. There was a red flush across her chest, and she was breathing heavily.
"There's just something about you, fucker. I bet you wouldn't mind if I fucked you silly, would you, big guy?"
I laughed a little. She slapped my chest.
"Goddamn it, this isn't funny. I don't like this, I don't like ... ah fuck it. Fuck me goddammit."
She climbed on top of me and grabbed my dick. She spit on her hand and wiped it on me. Out of nowhere there was a condom in her hand and she rolled it on my dick and then climbed on. Warm velvet wrapped itself around me and I closed my eyes for a moment. She sighed and began to move on top of me.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in a sea of sensation. She moved that yummy pussy up and down on me. She leaned down into her work and I could smell her, the woman of her, her desire and her need. She put her arms on either side of my head and came all the way down onto my chest, her small tits mashed into me, her face next to mine, her breathing hot in my ear. He cunt was like warm silk over me.
< I want to kiss him >
She fucked down onto me, grinding her cunt into my pubes, trying to get me off as fast as she could. I could feel her resistance mount again. Sure she'd fucked her Johns before, but this time ... this time she wanted to kiss me, to hug me and connect with me. It was eating at her, and she struggled to have this just be bodies fucking. But every time she went away on me, I pushed her back into her emotions.
< I want to kiss him >
She sat up with a cry. There were tears on her face. She went to slap me again but I knew it was coming and held her hand. She cried as she fucked me. She came down on my chest and kissed me. I could hear her whisper under her breath in a tiny, tiny voice.
"Doesn't mean anything ... just a kiss. Doesn't mean anything."
< I want him to kiss me. I want him to make me cum >
< I want him to kiss me. I want to cum >
She ground on top of me, saying nothing now, her hair hanging down, her forehead and chest bathed in a light sweat. Her tits tightly jiggled back and forth as she fucked down on my hard pole that pierced her right to her core. Every time she came down on my cock, she could feel her desire to cum grow, her desire to kiss me, hold me, hug me, connect with me grew ... and grew. Low moans escaped her throat.
< I want him to kiss me. I want him to make me cum >
< I want him to kiss me. I want to cum >
She completely stopped moving and looked at me. Tears stood out in her eyes, and that made me go deeper into her mind. Then I knew the truth. She was a hooker, I assumed she was a seasoned pro, good at her work. She was. She had never had an orgasm. Not one. Raped at fourteen by her step-dad, turned out for drug money by her boyfriend at sixteen ... no one had ever gotten into her.
I resolved to change that. Right now. I closed my eyes and got down deep into her ... I reached way past her surface thoughts and down into where her body and mind met. I found her pleasure and began to stroke it. I ran my hands down her back and sat up in bed. I gently pushed her over onto her back and re-entered her from above. She grabbed her knees and pulled herself open for me.
With each stroke into her, I stroked her mind. I fucked her cunt and her mind at the same time. There was no place she could escape to, no fantasy she could retreat into. Each time she tried to run off into herself, I stroked her pleasure hard and brought her back to her body.
"No, no, no." She chanted to herself as my cock battered at her sopping cunt and as my mind forced itself deeper and deeper into her innermost private places.
I laid myself on her, using my body to pin her to the mattress, held her down under me and began thrusting hard. As I fucked into her hard, I stroked her pleasure...
< Stroke, stroke, stroke >
"Fuck. No, no." She was grunting like an animal with each thrust, her hips rising up to meet me, trying to suck more of my cock deeper into her.
< Stroke, stroke, stroke >
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