Mindy, and she has something to prove

Once my arousal from my adventures on the couch with Crystal finally calmed down, dinner was actually... fun. The women, compelled to be tolerant of each other's presence, had grown more comfortable. Some even seemed to be happy to talk and hang out. Talking about me and their connection to me was forbidden by the commands they had all received, but there were plenty of connections to be made with each other. Beatrice and Shauna had quite a bit in common. Julia and Mindy seemed to have much to discuss. Jade was on the search for any woman who might be open to a sapphic connection had been casually chatting with each woman in turn. I tried to stay on the periphery of most conversations, not wishing to be the center of attention. There was plenty of focus on me in the bedroom.

After dinner, someone pulled out a few decks of cards and at least 7 of the women sat around my small kitchen table and began a game of something I had never heard of. Others found a quiet spot for reading or browsing through their phones. Sandra was among those playing cards, but she caught my eye and nodded towards the hallway. I saw Mindy poking her head in each door until she found my bedroom. I took that as my cue to follow her in.

The sounds of laughter and conversation softened as I walked down the hall. When I stepped slowly into my bedroom, Mindy was there, looking at herself in the mirror over my dresser. She could see me enter the room, and without turning around she began to address me. “I thought it was time you and I had a little talk,” she stated curtly.

“OK,” I prompted, forcing back a smile at what I knew was coming,

“Ever since we met yesterday morning, I've gotten the impression that you don't take me seriously,” she accused.

“Really?” I asked, acting surprised.

“Yes, really,” she replied, spinning around to face me. God, she was so small. So young-looking. I had checked her ID and tried to double check her identity to make sure I wasn't doing anything illegal with her. But sure enough, she was older than she looked. I had managed to confirm that she was in grad school, just as she claimed. Her ID put her at 22, but her body and face put her closer to mid-teens. That's what inspired my persona for her. My first idea had been cliché and maybe a little too creepy – have her pretend t be underage. I thought about a Daddy or Older Brother fantasy. And who knows, I could always bring her back for another visit and try that out. But in the end, I went a different direction for this weekend. One that probably tapped into a degree of truth. My commands just gave it an erotic direction.

“Sit down on the bed,” she instructed, pointing to where she wanted me. I humored her. Once I was seated, she stepped closer until she was right in front of me. But her diminutive stature meant that, as I sat and she stood, we were eye-to-eye. Which was her intention. She crossed her arms. “Is it different now that you're not literally looking down on me?”

“I'm sorry?”

“I think you still think I'm a little girl. You treat these other women like peers, but you talk to me and treat me like a child. I know I'm small, but that doesn't justify disrespect.”

“Oh... well, I know you're not a child. But, come on! You have to admit that you look much-”

“So you admit to treating me different based on how I look? Based on something you know isn't true?”

“Uh... I guess I-”

“You know better but you still treat me with less respect than I deserve. I'd like to say I'm used to that, and I am, but being used to it doesn't mean I should have to tolerate it.” Damn, her whole demeanor and sharp rhetoric were going to serve her well if her legal studies led her to the courtroom.

“So what are you suggesting?” I asked, smirking. I tried to look a little condescending.

“I'm suggesting you get your head on straight and start seeing me as the adult woman that I am. That you treat me with the appropriate amount of respect. In so many ways I exceed you – maturity, life experience, intelligence, financially... and yet because of this one thing – my physical stature – you treat me like a child.”

I decided not to argue some of her points; they would lead us off track. “Well, to be fair, it's not just stature,” I replied. Mindy looked at me skeptically and raised an eyebrow. “It's not just that you're short. I mean, did you meet Olivia yet? I have no trouble seeing her as a mature woman. And she's probably only an inch or so taller than you, if even that.”

“So what's the issue?” she pressed.

“Well, like I said, it's not just height. It's... it's the whole package. You just seem... you look... very young. And that sensory input kind of overrides what my mind knows is the case. I'm sorry, I'll try to be more respectful, OK? Are we good?” I knew we weren't. Because Mindy's path was a foregone conclusion from the moment she walked in my door and read her instructions.

“That's not enough,” she stated, finally uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips.

“Well, I'm not sure what else I can do,” I challenged.

“Maybe you can't do anything else,” she mused, crinkling her brow in concentration. As her thoughts distracted her, I took advantage of the pause in conversation to let my eyes roam her figure. Mindy's sandy blonde hair was short, not even making it to her neck. Yet she had it styled out in a way that nicely framed her face. Her face – that was something hard to look way from. Her brown eyes rested atop high cheekbones. Her nose was small and turned up a little at the tip. Her chin came to a bit of a point and the whole thing gave a pixie effect. Even angry, she was cute.

Her body had very little in the way of curves. Probably A-cup breasts, I thought at first. But I later revised that up to B-cup once I saw them up close. Tiny ass with just a little curve. Flat, muscular belly, thin limbs, small hands and feet with neatly painted nails. The light green polish matched a Jade bracelet on her left wrist.

“Yeah, I think that's the problem,” she concluded.

“Hmm?”

“I don't think you are going to be able to change anything about how you think. But I believe I can change your perspective.” The fingers of one hand thoughtfully drummed her hip. Then, turning away from me, she walked to the bedroom door. After ensuring it was shut, she locked it and came back to where I sat. “I asked your girlfriend for some time to talk with you. She said it sounded serious and that we wouldn't be interrupted. Now, I really had only planned to talk this out, thinking I could change your mind, but I realize now that would be futile.”

“But-” I tried to interject, but she silenced me with a raised hand and closed eyes.

Stepping towards me until our bodies were nearly touching, Mindy put her hands on my shoulders and put her mouth up to my ear. “I'm going to make sure you see me as a fully mature, adult woman from now on.” She lightly licked my ear, then backed away, removing her shirt as she did so. A sports bra held her breasts in place and made them seem even smaller. Once removed, I realized she had a delightful pair of tits that I wanted to rub my face in. But I waited for her to get us there.

Mindy reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up and off me. Then she urged me backwards until I was sitting back as far as I could on the corner of the bed while still keeping my feet on the floor. She climbed into my lap, straddling me with her legs wrapped around my waist just as her naked arms wrapped around my back. I shivered as she ran her fingers along my spine. Her nose bumped up against mine as our faces rubbed. Finally, our lips met and the dam broke. I had been waiting to kiss her since the moment she walked in my door the day before. With one hand I gripped the back of her head and held her face close to me as our lips sealed and unsealed, wetting our lips and promising more exciting unions of our bodies. My other hand moved between us and caressed each breast in turn.

Mindy was very handsy. She couldn't stop moving her palms and fingers over my shoulders, my arms, my back, my chest, my neck, my hair, my face. It was a full on ****. After a long time making out, when I felt I would go nuts if we didn't progress, Mindy seemed to be feeling the same way. She broke our kiss and pushed me onto my back. With urgency, she stood up and yanked my pants down and off. I had a cushioned wicker chair in my bedroom, and Mindy hastily grabbed the seat cushion and put it on the floor. Kneeling on the cushion, she took my stiff cock in her hand. She held it still, pointing it upwards until I looked at her. We made eye contact and she said, “From now on, when you see me, you'll picture this and remember that I am no child.”

With one deep breath, she took three-quarters of my length into her mouth. With saliva easing my passage, I felt myself going in and out of her hot mouth. Mindy was good at this – no teeth, plenty of tongue, efficient use of hands, sexy moans and occasional eye contact. My plan had been to cum inside all 15 pussies this weekend, but Mindy might get me to finish before I even had the chance to enter her.

Internally, I debated whether I should give in and let her take me over the edge. I could maybe cum again inside her later, right? Thankfully, the debate itself distracted me enough to keep me from blowing my load in her mouth. Once she felt she had proved her maturity with her mouth, Mindy disengaged with a loud sucking sound. Then, with no further warning she crawled on top of me, not stopping with her pussy over my cock, as I expected (and indeed greatly anticipated), but instead she kept crawling until her thighs surrounded my head. Adjusting herself into a comfortable crouch, she demanded, “Go ahead and taste a woman's pussy.”

She was really getting into her persona, and I was happy to play along. My hands gripped her tight little ass and my tongue went to work. Licking up and down her outer lips, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rising moans that led me on. I found a few spots that got especially good reactions from her and began focusing on them. She liked when my flattened tongue pressed against her clit and moved slowly around. She liked when one hand rubbed along her muscular abdomen and cupped her breast. “Listen to me cum,” she hissed after a while. “Remember this sound next time you hear me speak.”

Her orgasm was heralded by angry-sounding grunts and moans. Her breath hissed in a few times and came out strained. She pressed down and tried to close her legs, but my arms were wrapped around her thighs and my hands kept her from closing too tightly. As an act of playful cruelty, I swiped her sensitive clit with my tongue a few times as her release was winding down. The extra sensation got an involuntary yelp from her and a swat to the head for me.

Mindy rolled off me and onto her back. Her chest rising and falling with deep breaths, she held up a hand. “Gimme a couple minutes, OK?”

I moved into a kneeling position and held my cock in my hand. Wiping my mouth with my forearm, I said in a scratchy voice, “Not too long.”

While we both recovered our breath, Mindy, still looking at the ceiling, asked, “Do you like what you see?”

“I've always liked what I see when I looked at you, Mindy.”

“That's a little creepy,” she stated.

“No, it's not,” I retorted. “I don't see you as a child, despite what you may think. Younger, yes, but not a child.”

“I disagree. You don't see me as a woman, and-”

“The hell I don't!” I snapped, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs. I didn't need to line up my cock with her entrance, it was able to find its way perfectly fine. Mindy cried out in surprise and perhaps a little discomfort as I filled her in one forceful stroke. I was done playing games. I had been ready to pull Rachel in for a second round hours ago. I had been achingly hard when I brought Crystal to climax as she rested in the arms of a clueless April. I had nearly erupted in Mindy's mouth nearly 20 minutes ago. I was done waiting.

With determined thrusts, I worked myself toward completion, using Mindy's body like it was just a tool to help me get there. No more kissing, no more gentle touches. Just rutting into this compact pleasure device. Each thrust knocked Mindy's head back a little, and once she regained her bearings, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my back, trying to steady herself. This suited me just fine; her tunnel was still open and tight and doing its job perfectly well.

“One last thing,” she said in a strained voice, her lips at my shoulder. Then, with sudden ****, she rolled us over until I was again on my back. My cock never left its home inside her pussy, and she resumed our fucking motion at the same pace and with the same **** as before. Mindy put one hand on my cheek and turned my head towards her. Once she was sure I was looking her in the eyes, she said in between pants, “You'll always think of me... as an equal,... as a woman,... when you remember... that I took your seed inside me,... and all the consequences with it.”

If you haven't picked up on it by now, I have quite the impregnation fetish. Not to the point of commanding all the women to get off birth control, but I would certainly be filling each and every one of them, as long as my strength lasted. And so Mindy believed that the best way to convince me that she is a mature woman is to do what a real woman does – she takes the seed of a man into her womb.

“Are you sure?” I asked, all for show.

“Absolutely,” she replied, her phrases punctuated by gasps of exertion. “I'm a woman,... fill me up with your seed... And remember that... whenever you see me... That I am mature... enough... to carry... your seed... and maybe... your child... You have to... respect- oohhhhhhh...” Her little monologue ended as I reached my limit. Mindy had been squeezing my cock with her walls, making it impossible for me to last any longer. I tried to pull back so I could thrust in again, but Mindy pressed down, making sure my rod never left her chamber. Her muscles intentionally and completely milked me, and she didn't let up until I collapsed on the bed with a loud sigh.

“Let's give it a minute,” she cooed, still squeezing and kneading my member with her surprisingly strong vagina. It felt good until it felt too good.

“OK, OK,” I croaked, pushing her up and away. “Too much.” My cock was softening and couldn't take the constant stimulation. Mindy chuckled, knowing full well what she had done. But she did release me , and propping up one leg while the other knelt, she rubbed her fingers around her labial lips and sighed.

“Even if nothing comes of this mess,” she said, “I'm sure you'll think differently of me now.”

“Oh, there's no doubt about that,” I assured her. “But you better hurry and clean up before anyone gets suspicious.”

Looking at the clock, then at the locked door, she got off the bed and said, “I suppose you're right. Your girlfriend thinks we're just having a serious talk.” A few minutes later, I was alone in the bathroom, washing my face and then my crotch. To keep pace, I would have another two encounters that night, and I wanted to be clean for the next lady, even if it was a few hours away.