By Inserting Yourself into Other People's Business

As you're pumping Carla from behind, you can actually feel the tension in her body melt away as she pumps back in rhythm to you. So to help her keep pace, you reach around her and maul her tits through her blouse which helps you thrust back harder. The sound of skin slapping as it get wetter and louder as the pace picks up echoed in the room. Melissa was crying under Carla trying desperately to get your cock back inside of her. Juices dripping into Melissa's hair matting it flat, tears smearing her make-up, making her look like some tragic clown girl.

Feeling sympathetic to Melissa's plight, you pull out of Carla. Melissa jumps out from under Carla's legs almost knocking Carla over and slams her face into your crotch swallowing your cock right into her mouth sucking every bit of juice out of you. Enjoying the sensation, a smile crosses your face as you slowly breathe in and close your eyes. The power begins to flicker and slowly builds up. You can feel the waves and see the rings of green and white. As you open your eyes, you blow Melissa a small kiss and she looks up at you. Her head bobbing starts to slow as the white of her eyes begin to thin and bands of green radiate from her widening pupils. Her mouth slackens as her pace grinds down until her head can't hold itself up anymore and plops down onto your crotch, cock still in her mouth.

That's when you hear a meat smacking thud and notice past Melissa's head, Nicole looking right at you in her chair. Carla was looking at you too, probably when Nicole stopped paying attention after being mind fucked by your gaze, and dropped right on top of Nicole.

"Damn, I got to be more careful when I let loose." It didn't take too long to get your three empty headed thralls standing back up and tell Carla and Melissa to clean and fix themselves up and come back to the living room. It was rather funny watching them both lumber to the bathroom in their empty head state.

Turning your attention now to Nicole, your hand brushes her cheek. You whisper. "Go get some sleep, and dream of all the sex we've had. I'll be back in a bit and you go about your business as you always do." Then you walk her to her bedroom and tuck her in. She fell asleep right away.

Back in the living room, Carla and Melissa were all cleaned up. Their makeup was not really good. Like what a 5 yr old does to themselves. "Carla, Melissa, can you hear me."

"......yesssssss..." in unison, eyes swirling in oblivion.

"Alright girls, forget what I told you before. All is ok now. I am your best friend. There is nothing you won't do for me and I can do whatever I want and you'll happily go along with it. Do you understand?"

"......yesssssss..." (ooooooo the sound of those two in monotone unison, very exciting.)

"Good." The green white light in your eyes dim and you can see Carla's and Melissa's eyes returning to normal. "So Carla, when is this emergency meeting happening?"

"OMIGOD, what happened to the time?" Looking incredulously at her watch. "Uh.... in a half hour."

"Let's go but umm you might want to fix up your make-up."

You all pile into the girl's car. Melissa drove slowly as you fondled Carla in the backseat. A few minutes later the car pulls up and Carla hands you her panties as a present to the banquet hall of a large country club. Once inside, formal portraits of the club members line the wall along with golf and horse related artworks. The place smells of old money, lot's of old money. Going up the grand staircase to the second floor, Carla motions you into a large formal office. She stands by your side while Melissa waits outside the office. Behind the large desk, someone is facing away from you as they were talking on the phone.

Muttering into the receiver. "Listen you little fuck, I don't care what it costs you. You will get me that material if you ever expect to get another building contract in this town." The receiver slams down. "Worthless shit."

Carla smiled. "Mrs. Reilly? Here's Mrs. Johnson's husband."

The chair swivels around where a stern looking woman scowls at you after giving you a quick once over.

"Husband?!? That little bitch isn't married. Who the hell are you?"