Playing with her mind

Sensing that she was about to cum, Billy entered her mind again. “You are on the verge of the greatest orgasm of your life, but you cannot cum. The more you play with yourself, the closer you will come, but you will not be able to finish.”

As he watched her thrash around on the bed, Billy started to wonder what or who she was thinking about while she masturbated. As he stood there thinking about it, an image started to form in his mind. He examined the image - it was Heather, naked and tied to a bed. One man was between her legs, fucking her cunt. Another man had his cock down her throat. Each hand was wrapped around the cocks of other men. A parade of men stood around waiting their turn to dip their cocks into her nectar.

Billy blinked, and the image was gone. Concentrating harder, he tried to bring the image back. He thought harder and harder, and the image returned to his mind.

“Fuck me, all of you fuck me. Stick your cocks down my throat and gag me. I want you all to cum on my face and tits.” Heather was moaning out load, trying to get herself off.

All of a sudden, it occurred to Billy what was happening. Apparently, not only could he push his thoughts into her head, he could pull her thoughts into his. He thought about the picture in his head, her thoughts, and he decided to change some things. He took the man humping her pussy, and thought about him entering her ass instead. The man shoving his cock down her throat became a woman grinding her cunt onto Heather’s face. Billy pushed the image back to Heather.

Heather bolted upright in bed. “Why the fuck did I imagine that man fucking my ass? I’ve never wanted anal before. And what about that woman sitting on my face? I hope I’m not turning into some kind of a dyke.” Concentrating, Billy was able to hear Heather’s thoughts as she thought them.

Billy pushed back into her mind, increasing her arousal level. “The more you think about being fucked in the ass, or about making love to a woman, the more aroused you will become.” And then, as Heather settled back into her bed, Billy wiped out the picture in her head and substituted a picture himself, between Heather’s legs, pounding away at her cunt.