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Master PC - Child Of The ProgramChapter 15: Monique The Enflamed free porn video
I sat down and booted up my computer. I tried to look calm though the room smelled of sex. I only hoped that Monique was just there to ask a quick question or pass on a message. "Yeah?"
I had no idea what she was up to, but she stepped in and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it and looked flushed. She wore a pale blue top that had trumpeted sleeves and a low neckline. Of course that detail framed the line of cleavage exposed and I noticed further that her nipples were standing out against the material. I wondered if she was wearing a bra and at the same time mentally slapped myself for even considering that question. The shirt was tucked into tight jeans and boots encased her feet. Her hair was straight and loose. She looked at me, partially hiding behind the locks that fell across her face. If I were to guess, I'd say she was suffering my Charm, but I knew that was in check. A quick pinch of the back of my hand told me it wasn't a dream, so just what was going on?
"I have to ask you something..." she started. It was like she was trying to catch her breath. "I haven't been able to get it out of my head all day..." Then her eyes dropped down. I could feel her gaze hover at about my lap and then jump back up. "Have you always ... um ... been so ... so big?"
I was floored. She had a hunk of a fiancé and here she was asking me about my equipment. I needed to know what was really going on and it seemed a perfect opportunity to try to test the boundaries of my ability to feel others' emotions and hear their thoughts.
I turned to face her and knew what she would do. Sure enough, her eyes dropped again, seeking out the potential bulge in my pants. My girls made sure I wore clothes they enjoyed seeing me in. It was only fair considering — as they had put it — all the eye-candy I had running around me. As much as I enjoyed seeing them decked out for my visual approval, they wanted the same from me. So, I had grown accustomed to wearing snug slacks and tight jeans. The bulge I had wasn't the all-out tent that I could produce, but according to Monique's shocked look, I had a most impressive package.
While she was distracted, I mentally reached out to her, focused on her expression and the tones of her skin. Touch had been so important to how my powers had originally developed, that I concentrated on what it would feel like to touch her. A stroke of her cheek. Running my fingers through her hair. Monique moaned and I wondered if maybe she was feeling those mental caresses. I had done it once before, when I was challenged to take Alexandria away from Vikkor but Alexandria wouldn't let me touch her. Now it seemed that Monique's curiosity-turned-need-to-know was being amplified by my presence and overactive mind.
I needed to slip past her flesh though. I needed to feel more than her body. It was obvious she was feeling lustful, but what else was hidden beneath? Finally, there was confusion, and anger. She was confused by her lust with me and angry with herself for not fighting it better. That was the impression I got.
Concentrating, I dove into those emotions, letting them swirl about me and suck me down.
"Ryan would never agree ... I want to know so badly ... Why am I feeling this way?"
I watched her as she stood there staring back at me. Her thoughts picked up pace and I even felt the swelling need in her to do more than just look. Suddenly, she stepped forward and knelt before me. Her eyes were ablaze as she licked her lips and began working to open my pants.
I felt the order. It wasn't the screaming, overriding order from Master PC. It was subtle, more like a nudge to what she was already thinking. If I hadn't been in her thoughts, I wouldn't have noticed it. It would have seemed that she just suddenly decided to take action to answer her question.
"I'll rape him if he doesn't... " I heard from Monique. Rape wasn't really what she meant, but it was close enough. Men can be raped, just like women, but it wasn't my anal orifice she was interested in. No, she wanted to feel the full size of my hardness in her hands, taste my sensitive skin and pre-cum and even feel how I might fill her dripping snatch. Being tied to the bed and teased to fullness was one thing I had both feared and dreamt of concerning my own girls. Monique wasn't far from coming up with the same idea. I feared what she might resort to while trying to follow the order and how she would react once it was fulfilled. It was a no-win situation. I sat there, watching her and not fighting, as she opened my jeans and fished out my cock.
I was hardening. There was no denying that bedding her might be fun, but this was Monique! Mandy's sister! She had been devious during our upraising and where I thought of Mandy as a pain during those years, Monique had been an absolute terror. Now suddenly, she was ready to do whatever she had been commanded to do.
The term "you can't rape the willing" held such truth. For a moment, Monique sat there, slowly stroking me and watching as I grew to full length and thickness. She marveled at how hard I was, my size and the feel of my soft skin. Then the order over-rode her mere curiosity and she pressed her lips to the side of my shaft, tasting, licking and generally enjoying me in her mouth.
Thoughts were still drifting through her and most distinctly I caught, "Mmm, tastes like he just had sex ... I wonder who with ... Chloe is cute, but Yvonne is hot!" I was glad she hadn't thought of Mandy, but none too soon. " ... he better have not touched Mandy ... would have to castrate him ... it would be such a waste of such a magnificent cock... "
That had me even more worried. It didn't seem like she was jealous, just protective. I could cope with that, but it was something that Mandy would have to know about, if I could find a way to explain to her without her assuming that I had seduced Monique.
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