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MC Party 2
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Subject: NEW: Mind Control Party, Part Two [mc, oral]
Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 17:05:19 UTC
Below you will find the second part of the ongoing epic ``Mind
Control Party''. I'm sorry it took so long to write it.
Unfortunately, you'd be surprised to learn how little it pays to
write anonymous porn for the Internet, and I've been forced to
resort to other means to maintain the lavish lifestyle to which
I've grown accustomed.
But anyway, thanks to all the wonderful people who took the time
to send me comments about Part One. If anybody has an opinion
about this part, I would love to hear it.
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Mind Control Party
Part Two
``So which subliminal tape should I put in next?'' asked Mark.
He held up two tapes, one was labeled ``ORAL SEX'', the other
``STRIP TEASE''.
``Oh, man,'' I said. ```I don't think I can wait much longer. I
need some satisfaction soon!''
``Blowjobs it is.'' He popped the tape in the deck.
After the music started playing, the women found that their hands
were no longer stuck behind their backs. They all chose to
remain topless, though. I also found that they still enjoyed it
when I touched their breasts, which I would do whenever the mood
would strike me.
Just then, the doorbell rang. ``Who's that?'' I asked.
``That would be the caterers,'' said Mark. He went and opened
the front door. In came another pretty young woman, wearing a
skimpy maid's outfit and carrying a tray of food. ``It's about
time you got here,'' scolded Mark.
``I'm sorry, sir,'' said the girl, meekly. ``It's just that it
took us so long to find the uniforms you told us to wear...''
``I'm VERY disappointed in you,'' said Mark, sternly. ``Don't
let it happen again.''
``Yes, sir.'' The girl looked like she was on the verge of
crying.
``Well, don't just stand there, get to work!''
``Yes, sir!'' she said, and she scurried off to the kitchen with
her food. Several other identically-dressed females came in
after her, most were carrying food also.
``Wait a minute,'' said Mark to one of the girls.
``Yes, sir?''
``What is your name?''
``Cara, sir.''
``Cara, I have a special assignment for you tonight.'' Mark
brought her over to me. ``This is John, and you will be serving
him personally tonight. You will attend to his every, every
need.''
Cara stood before me and curtsied. ``Is there anything you
require, sir?''
``Not right away,' I said, ``but I will let you know.''
``Yes, sir.''
I mingled around the room again, and I noticed that Mark's new
subliminal tape was having an effect. The girls all seemed to be
staring intensely at the bulge in my crotch, with a look of
longing in their eyes. I looked around and tried to find a
suitable companion for what was about to happen.
My eyes fell upon Lorna. She had a pretty round face, with full,
red lips and a wide mouth. I had a strong suspicion that she
could give really good head. I went up to her and said, ``Hi,
Lorna,'' and gave her left nipple a friendly tweak.
``Oh, John!'' she said. ``I'm so glad to see you!''
I started a conversation with her, but Lorna seemed somewhat
distracted. Her eyes kept drifting downwards, towards my crotch.
She would stare at it, and her mouth would hang open, like she
was in some kind of trance. Then she would realize what she was
doing, and look back up at me. One of the maids came by carrying
a tray of vegetables. Lorna took a carrot. She stared at it for
a moment, like she wasn't sure what to do with it. Finally, she
put it in her mouth, and started sucking on it. She began to get
a little excited.
``Are you okay?'' I asked.
``Hmmm?'' she said. She popped the carrot out of her mouth,
making a loud slurping noise. ``Oh, I'm fine. Nervous habit. I
recently quit smoking.''
``Was it hard quitting smoking?''
``It actually wasn't that bad. It's just that, sometimes, I need
oral gratification.''
``Oral gratification?''
``Well, when I get the urge to smoke, I usually try to find, uh,
something else to put in my mouth.'' Her eyes started drifting
downward again. ``Usually I like to suck on... uhm... a piece of
candy. Or something.'' She was really getting excited now.
``Is that how you feel now? Do you need to put something in your
mouth?'' Without looking up, Lorna nodded. ``Do you need to
suck on something?''
``Very badly...'
Lorna was ready to come down on me, but I was a little
self-conscious about getting my oil changed in front of Mark and
everybody. Anticipating my needs, my servant Cara came up to me
and said, ``Sir, Mark says that you can use his bedroom. I'll
show you where it is.''
Cara led Lorna and me up to the bedroom. I immediately sat down
on the bed, unzipped my pants, and whipped it out. Lorna gasped
with excitement, and eagerly went and kneeled down in front of
me. She started kissing my cock, and rubbing it lovingly all
over her face, like it was the thing she desired most in the
world. She took my penis into her mouth and began to suck. And
suck. And suck. I knew then that I had picked the right
partner. I was getting the best blowjob of my life.
What made it even more arousing was the intensity that Lorna had.
She kept making grunting and slurping noises, which turned me on
even more.
What happened next was hard to describe. My back arched, and I
felt an intense wave of pleasure rush through every part of my
body. It must have been the most pleasurable orgasm I had ever
had.
When I finally came down, I looked and saw Lorna licking the rest
of my semen which she hadn't already swallowed. When she was
finished she asked, ``So how was I? I've never given anybody a
blowjob before.''
``That was your first time!? My God, that was incredible!''
Lorna seemed elated when I told her this.
``For some reason, the thought of my giving oral sex used to turn
me off. Now I can't understand why I used to think that way. I
loved it! My boyfriend has been bugging me for this, and I can't
wait to try it on him!'' She gave my cock another kiss, and
giggled.
``Listen, John, I had fun and everything, but I really want to
get back to the party. It's so much fun!''
``Well, go ahead. I'll be right down.'' Lorna hurried off to
rejoin the party.
``I sat there, on the bed, with my pants around my ankles. I
looked up and saw that Cara was standing there, patiently waiting
for me.
``Sir, perhaps you will be more comfortable if you were wearing a
robe, like Mark.''
``That sounds like a good idea.'' I started to unbutton my shirt.
``Sir, there's no need for that. I will undress you.'' Acting
like an efficient servant, Cara undressed me, and brought me a
robe and a pair of slippers.
I went back downstairs and found that Mark was slumped back in
his couch, looking very tired. Kneeling in front of him were
four women; they all had enormous grins on their faces. I didn't
bother to ask.
When mark regained some of his strength, he went over and put the
tape labeled ``STRIP TEASE'' into the tape player. Because of
the subliminal filters I had in my ears, I couldn't hear the
music. It was very loud and rhythmic, though; I could feel the
deep, thumping bass with my body. It had an immediate effect on
all the women. They began to uncontrollably shake and writhe to
the beat. All of the girls stood and began to dance, like
puppets.
This wasn't the normal kind of strip-tease I was used to seeing.
This was very fast and energetic, like 1960s go-go dancers.
Almost in unison, the girls shimmied their feet, shook their hips
and jiggled their tits. Every once and a while, one of the girls
would throw off a piece of clothing, without missing a beat.
After a while, the music stopped, and the girls were able to stop
dancing. They were very tired. Their naked bodies were
glistening with sweat. Their chests were heaving up and down.
And I was starting to get horny again.
Mark went over to his tape player again. ``So much for the
preliminaries. Now it's time for the REAL fun to begin.'' He put
the next tape in, and pushed the play button...
End of Part Two.
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