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Bartlett 3 Lee's Private Time [mf, ff, mc, nc, ser
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Here's the latest in the Bartlett series!
Thanks to the overwhelming response, and a few suggestions, some
changes have been incorporated into here and will appear in the
future. Nothing really big, just some more plot and exploration into
the possibilities of mind control.
Watch for the next in the series soon! It'll have pedo again, I
promise...
Please keep the comments coming!
Lee's Private Time
(Bartlett 3)
by Bartlett
(mc, nc, voy, ff, mf, series)
Lee and I decided to settle down for a while in a small city in
the northeast. There, surrounded by real crime and urban
problems, our fun would go unnoticed. We could enjoy ourselves
and leave whenever we wanted.
We took a top-floor apartment in an old house in a slightly
seedy part of town, overlooking the occasional hooker and gang
member but generally just decent, working-class people. The
neighborhood was filled with color, Hispanic, black, and white.
I had fun going out to bars and such, just blending into the
scenery and watching people. I guess both Lee and I are just
voyeurs at heart. I would occasionally take a lover for a night, when
I felt the need, as would Lee. Generally, though, she and I watched
the rest of the world and kept the physical things between each
other.
This one night, I had decided to go out to a show at a local
bar, and Lee wanted to stay home, watching the street below. We
had a large window right at the front of the house with a perfect
view of the street. All the entertainment we needed would walk
right by.
Lee took a leisurely shower, dried off, and put on a sheer silk
nightgown. She piled up some pillows on the floor in front of the
window, covered herself in a blanket, and settled in, watching in the
dark.
She was mainly waiting for the neighborhood hooker to walk
by with her girl in training. Lee was excited at the thought of a
woman who allowed others to take advantage of her, all the while
taking the real advantage, money, right back. She wondered what it
was like to walk the streets. How a hooker picked up her Johns.
She wondered how they trained their girls.
Before long, she approached. The hooker who owned the
block was black/Hispanic with kinky black hair and dark skin. She
was a bit on the large side, tall and bulging out at the thighs as well
as the breasts. She wore a tight-fitting skirt and top, black, with a
neon orange mesh "coat" covering it. True to form, her thighs and
butt jiggled as she walked, exaggerating the sway in her hips. Her
breasts were large, filling her top, and smashed down under the
tight material. She walked slowly, blatantly, waving at the passing
cars if they contained gentlemen.
Her girl was black and smaller than her. She wore a tight
dress of black spandex and heels. Her breasts were large in
proportion to her tiny stature, and her legs and arms were thin,
especially in comparison to her companion. She wasn't allowed to
attract attention, staying behind her teacher.
Lee stared at them, looking into them, through them. Their
symbols now danced in front of her eyes, plain as if they had been
painted on the window glass. They were signs of submission, anger,
and ego.
The hooker thought of herself as the best at what she did.
She constantly defended her occupation to herself, running through
scenarios of confrontation in her head. She argued for her trade.
She also felt power. She liked the looks she got from the men who
drove by. She liked to know that they would give more for her time
and affection than they would put out for a real date. She could ask
fifty for a fuck and do it ten times in a night, while some goody girl
would only get a $20 meal and would have to spend the whole
evening with the guy. In the end the outcome was the same, both
would be fucked and left to live alone in the morning.
Her girl respected her, admired her. She wanted to take a
block of her own, to be stared at by the men. She wanted the money
to buy nice clothes and a better apartment. She wanted to be able
to care for her kid. She figured that hooking was easy money, and
she wanted to learn from a pro. Already she earned more from
leftovers at night than she had as a waitress all day.
Lee was disturbed by all this. The hooker was so angry, she
didn't care about the money or the sex. Lee couldn't believe a
woman could forget the feeling of being fucked. She was angry at
the way the hooker saw men, almost lashing out and scrambling her
symbols beyond recovery.
Then she thought a bit. Her newfound powers could do
more than get her laid. They could really help people, or at least
change their outlook. Lee thought she could help out both of the
women outside, and get some fine viewing in the process.
She quickly instructed the two to stay within view and to act
normally. She certainly didn't want them wandering off half
instructed! Then she began to sift through the hooker's mind.
The hooker had it bad. Lee never imagined some of the
horrible things she had seen. The hooker thought about them all
the time, though, seeing death and pain all around her. That was
the first thing to be changed. She couldn't just yank the memories
away, fearing it would wreck the woman. Instead, she toned them
down, cutting out the most violent memories and moving the rest
into the background a bit. She wanted the hooker to still be herself,
just to not have so much hatred inside her.
Next she looked at her outlook on sex. The hooker thought
of her job as a job, not as an opportunity to fuck as many men as
possible. Lee couldn't let that stand, so she moved some pleasure
symbols into the job area and mixed them around a bit. If she's
going to fuck, she might as well enjoy it, Lee thought! She made the
hooker a bit more choosy, too. She would now refuse the sickest of
the sick.
But would the hooker make enough money turning away
men? She should, but where was all the money going? The mind is
an incredibly powerful thing, exerting total control over the body.
The hooker's body no longer needed heroin. Her brain was
rearranging itself, rid of the habit entirely.
Then there was the student. She was too idealistic about the
profession. She thought only of the money and not at all of the
pitfalls. Lee left her with a dread of certain aspects of the job,
hoping the girl would steer herself clear of the obstacles she would
face. Lee also fortified the girl's sexuality, confirming its place in
her life. For good measure, she programmed the girl's mind to
refuse drugs, knowing that her little girl needed a living mother, not
a strung-out hooker.
Lee then released the two from their lock, wanting to see
how they would react.
At first, they appeared just the same, waving at the cars and
flaunting their bodies. Lee wondered if she had made a mistake.
Perhaps these two were already too far gone for even a symboler's
intervention?
The hooker waved at a car and it pulled over. The two
women walked over, leaning down revealingly and looking inside.
Lee grabbed a snapshot from the hooker's eyes. Inside the
car were two black guys from nearby. They wanted some action.
They had pretty nice bodies, really, and looked clean.
After some talk and settling on a price, the hooker suggested
they go to her place. Lee quickly jumped up, not wanting to miss
the action. She scurried out the door, still wearing just her silk
nightgown. Out the front door and onto the street, she projected a
field around herself. No one would notice her as she ran up the
street, following the car.
They stopped in front of an apartment building at the head
of the block. Lee had caught up, panting from the run and chilly.
Her nipples were already hard from the cool air, though the
close-up sight of the hooker changed the reason a bit. Lee loved the
sight of a large-breasted woman, and the hooker's DDs were braless
and outlined sturdily by her top.
The four didn't see Lee as she circled them, taking in the
scene. They left the car and walked to the building. One of the
guys grabbed the hooker's butt as she unlocked the door, and she
turned to slap him for it. Lee stopped her impulse, instead allowing
the man to fondle the hooker's ass through her dress.
Lee reached her mind into the mans and enjoyed the feeling
with him. The hooker's butt was not firm, but warm and pliant.
The naughtiness of it, though, excited her. She couldn't resist a
grope of her own. As the four subjects moved inside, Lee instructed
them all to not notice her at all, neither by touch, sound, or sight.
This done, Lee reached out to feel the hooker's body. It was
pliant, like her ass. Her huge breasts were firmly secured by her
top, but there was enough room under the top for Lee to reach her
hand up and inside. The hooker's tit flesh was smooth and warm.
Lee ran her fingers around inside the spandex, finding one of the
hooker's nipples and pinching it. It was erect and wrinkled, feeling
like a hard prune. Lee then moved her hands down to the front of
the hooker's skirt. She passed her hands over her ass and around,
between her jiggling thighs, to her cunt.
Lee felt so naughty, fondling the woman without her
knowledge. Here she was, a hooker walking upstairs with a John,
and Lee was rubbing her cunt and tits without her knowing.
The game had to come to an end, though, as the hooker
opened an apartment door. The apartment was just a studio, dark
but clean, with a king-size mattress on the floor.
The hooker stopped inside, turned to the men, and lifted her
top over her head. Her enormous breasts spilled out, hanging free
in the dim light. Lee wanted to hold them, to suck them, but she
had to let the hooker do her job. So she sat in a corner chair and
watched.
The men were excitedly taking off their clothes now,
revealing their average builds. Both had some muscle and hair, but
not a lot, which was fine by Lee. She despised excesses of either.
The men unbuttoned their jeans and pulled them off, leaving their
straining cocks in their undershorts.
The two women, too, left on their panties, though that was
all either now wore. The four moved together onto the bed and
began to stroke each others' bodies.
The hookers, not paid to kiss or suck, fondled the mens
crotches and their own breasts, exciting the men more. Lee could
see that, despite the job, the women were enjoying the mens'
bodies. She also noticed that the girl in training was gazing at the
hooker with more than learning on her mind!
Soon the women had pulled off the mens' shorts and were
stroking their hard cocks, standing tall as the men laid back to enjoy
the feeling. The two women stopped to pull off their own panties
and frig their cunts a bit before straddling the mens' prostrate
forms.
Each woman held her man's cock in her hand and aimed it at
their slit, moving forward and down to engulf it. The men groaned
as the hookers expertly gyrated, moving their cunts for maximum
effect.
Lee gazed on the sight. The lead hooker's large breasts and
flabby ass swayed with her motions in the moonlight of the room,
groped from time to time by her man. Her girl's smaller breasts
moved more resolutely, bouncing with her rhythm. The mens'
cocks, engorged and slick, rose and fell with the womens' bodies,
always kissed by their cunts.
Lee couldn't help moving her hands to her own bare cunt
and lazily rubbing her slit and clit in time with the hookers'
movements. She used her other hand on her breasts, pinching her
large nipples through her silk nightgown. Soon she too was lost in
the feeling of the moment.
Lee watched as the two women brought the men off, almost
at the same time, pulling off just in time for the men to cream on
their own chests. The men were given towels to clean up, but the
women didn't seem too businesslike now. The girl especially was
still aroused by the session, continuing to rub her pink cunt with one
hand. Even the seasoned hooker had felt something different with
those two men, enjoying sex for the first time in a long while.
The men, tidied and dressed, left their money on a bureau by
the door and hurried out. The two woman lay back down and
rested.
Lee seized the moment to look into the girl's mind for the
lesbian longing she had seen before. Sure enough, the girl loved the
sight of her teacher's large breasts and ass. Lee could sympathize.
The hooker, though, was hardened and had forgotten such feelings.
Lee reawakened them in her, inserting new pleasurable thoughts for
her student. She also moved to sit on the mattress with the women.
The girl was the first to act, reaching out to massage the
hooker's breast. The hooker sighed and closed her eyes, smiling in
pleasure. Realizing that her actions were liked, the girl continued
to work on the hooker's breast, sitting up and moving her other
hand to her cunt. Lee, too, reached out and massaged a huge
breast, bending to suck the nipple and run her hands along the
woman's body.
The hooker sighed as the two smaller women worked on her
body, building her arousal with theirs. Soon the girl leaned down to
kiss the hooker's cunt. She sucked on it, running her tongue up and
down, and tasting her juices. Lee wanted a piece of that, too, so she
moved to sit on the hooker's face. She instructed the hooker to
minister to her cunt and lowered it to her face.
Soon the hooker was lapping at Lee's cunt, while Lee
claimed her two huge breasts and an exquisite view of the goings on.
The girl was rubbing her own cunt furiously while she licked and
sucked on her teacher's lips. The three women moved together in a
wavelike rhythm of sexuality, building and building.
The hooker's breasts heaved with excitement, her tongue
burying itself in Lee's cunt as her excitement built. Lee knew her
own time was coming, too, so she leaned back to enjoy the
cunnilingus. She stared at the lesbian sight as she exploded in
ecstasy, spreading her juices over the whore's face. The girl, too,
exploded on her own hand, sending the hooker into a state of bliss
as well. The three women collapsed, panting and moaning.
Lee was the first to recover, seeing that her commands had
worked well. She instructed the girl to lick her clean and gathered
up her silk nightgown. Putting it back on, she rose and headed for
the door. She took one last look back at the two women, laying in
satisfaction on the bed. She turned and left for home.
The next night, she and I glanced outside, noticing the
hookers on patrol once again. I commented on their job, wondering
if they enjoyed it. Lee answered that she suspected that they did...
THE END
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