Questions, answers, and a dark self-discovery

Mark’s heart hammered in his chest as he played with Ororo’s curvy, dark-skinned body. He could scarcely believe that this immensely powerful older woman who could easily create rain showers out of nowhere was so easily subdued with his powers.

Mark squeezed the black woman’s rear. He had decided to remain in physical contact with her just in case his commands didn’t sink in.

“Mm,” Ororo moaned sexily. Her hazel eyes fluttered open. “Oh, Mr. Williams. I’m sorry, I must have dozed off.”

She glanced at Mark’s hand which was still massaging her ass and looked back at him without commenting.

The normality command seems to have worked.

Still, he wanted to test the efficacy of the command a little further. He placed his hands on Ororo’s large breasts and started squeezing them through her bra.

“I-is it okay if I do this?” Mark gave Ororo’s rear an especially tight squeeze to let her know exactly what “this” referred to.

“Of course, Mr. Williams,” Ororo shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Mark nearly gaped at her, but took the implications of her acceptance for what they were and kept playing with her ass.

Ororo shook her head and seemed to gather her wits.

“I’m certain that you have many questions about who I am and the school I work for. I’ll try to answer those questions as best as I can, Mr. Williams.”

“M-Mark,” He blurted out.

“Pardon?” Ororo said.

“Call me Mark.”

“As you wish, Mark,” Ororo said.

Mark nearly shivered at the way his name rolled off of Ororo’s hot, wet tongue. A few more words and he could have that tongue wrapped around-

Stop it. He chided himself mentally, but it had very little heat to it. The minutes spent staring at and playing with Ororo’s magnificent body had worn down his inhibitions significantly. He realized that he would need some release soon or the rest of self-imposed mental limits might crumble forever.

“Before we get started,” Mark took a deep breath to ready himself. “Canyoupleasetakeoffyourbraandpanties?”

“Please try to speak more clearly, Mark,” There was no impatience in her voice. It was obvious to Mark that she probably dealt with people his age very often.

“Take off your bra and panties,” He held his breath.

Ororo simply nodded and began unhooking her plain white bra.

Mark wondered what was going on her in mind that had her rationalizing his commands.

“O-okay, time for some questions,” Mark gulped. “Uh, is your real name Ororo Munroe?”

“As far as I can tell,” Ororo grinned cheekily. Her smile was so infectious that Mark couldn’t help but smile back. “Is your real name Mark Williams?”

“Far as I can tell,” Mark was still smiling. “Okay, serious questions now. What’s your mutant ability? Weather manipulation?”

Ororo nodded, “I can create and control weather phenomena with my mind.”

“So you could summon a powerful tornado or hurricane right now if you wanted and destroy my house?”

“Yes,” Ororo’s voice turned grave. “My ability can be very destructive.”

“How long until you’re expected back at your school?”

“We’re usually supposed to report in by phone once every twenty-four hours,” Ororo answered. “As to when I’m expected back at Xavier’s school, that is determined on a case-by-case basis since school is out for the summer and I haven’t been given any assignments.”

Mark grabbed a hold of Ororo’s breasts and started kneading them. He loved the way her soft titflesh yielded to him.

“You’re a teacher at this school?” He pushed her breasts together.

“I am,” Her voice was much more confident now.

I guess we’ve discovered what my complex is, if Ms. Roberts wasn’t evidence enough already. I wonder what the other teachers at Ororo’s school look like. Surely, none of them could be as beautiful as her.

“Your school recruits mutants?” He tweaked her left nipple.

“Yes,” Ororo’s breath hitched.

“What is your school, exactly? Who do you teach?”

“Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters is a private school in upstate New York owned and directed by Charles Xavier, a mutant. He founded the school in order to ensure that mutants would have a place to learn amongst themselves peacefully and master their abilities,” she said.

This was the first time Mark had heard about a dedicated environment for mutants that wasn’t a missing person’s list. His eyes gleamed with barely-concealed curiosity and hope.

Upstate New York isn’t too far away.

“And this Xavier, what are his powers?” He asked.

“Professor Charles Xavier is a powerful telepath,” Ororo moved her arms as she talked, causing her naked breasts to jiggle distractingly. “He can read and control people’s thoughts remotely. Cerebro magnified the range of his powers and allowed us to find you.”

“So he’s the opposite of me,” Mark whispered. “W-would… does Xavier use his powers on you? Did he use them on me? Can he see us right now? What’s Cerebro?”

“Charles Xavier does use his powers on me, yes, but only as a means of communication and to shield my mind from other telepaths. The only time Professor Xavier ever used his powers on you is when he utilized Cerebro to locate you. Cerebro is a device that amplifies a telepath’s abilities. It doesn’t give the Professor a purely visual sense of where his awareness is the way one’s eyes would, it is much more complicated than that. The Professor could tell you more,” She answered. “If I may ask, why do you feel that Xavier is the opposite of yourself?”

“You heard that, didn’t you?” Mark facepalmed. Ororo nodded. “Promise not to be mad about it.”

“I promise not to be mad about it,” Ororo replied neutrally.

“I kind’ve, sort’ve, um…” Mark was at a loss as to how to explain his powers to Ororo. He was half-tempted to touch her and make her forget he ever hinted at them, but a darker, more adventurous part of himself wanted something completely different.

Ororo leaned forward and placed her hands on his. This had the side-effect of crushing her massive dark breasts between her arms so they stood out more.

“It’s alright, Mark,” Ororo gazed at him sympathetically, completely ignoring the fact that he was staring at her breasts. “You can tell me.”

-You find Mark Williams’ mutant ability interesting.-

The command flowed quickly into Ororo’s manipulated mind. Mark shivered. His heart thudded loudly in his chest.

“I can control people’s minds through physical contact,” Mark sighed as he let out his most secret of secrets to a woman he barely knew.

“That is an amazing ability, Mark,” Ororo smiled. “We have another member who can only use her powers on others through skin contact, though her ability is of a much different variety.”

Ororo’s tone grew somber as she finished her last sentence. Mark figured that there was a story there and made a mental note to ask about it another time.

“Would you explain to me how your ability works?” Ororo seemed to become aware of the fact that she and Mark were touching and withdrew her hands. She didn’t back away from him, however.

“I wish I knew more about it,” Mark said honestly. “W-would you be willing to help me experiment with it?”

Ororo frowned “I do not know if I feel comfortable with that, Mark. The mind is a very personal thing and we’ve only just met. Maybe once we know each other better and we have a telepath like the Professor or Jean to supervise...”

But as soon as a telepath reads my mind they’ll know what I did to Ororo and Ms. Roberts. Accidental or not, I’ll be lobotomized so I can never threaten anyone again. I need more experience with my powers and I need someone to help me if I want to survive. I’m sorry, Ororo.

“Put your hands on mine and leave them there for now.”

“Okay,” She placed her hands on top of Mark’s and he was reminded of how much he loved her skin. He massaged her smooth hands with his fingers.

-You want Mark Williams to use you to experiment with his powers.-

The idea of creating a willing test subject should have disgusted him.

-You like the idea of Mark Williams using his ability on you.-

A good man wouldn’t have done anything like this.

-You can trust Mark Williams.-

Mark didn’t think that anyone could trust him.

Ororo looked at him strangely and began rubbing her mocha toned hands on his.

“Would this be enough physical contact for you to use your ability on me?” She asked.

“You almost sound like you want me to use it on you,” Mark humored her.

“I…it’s so strange, just a moment ago I...” Ororo’s hazel eyes looked at him imploringly. “Would you be willing to use your ability on me? To experiment, of course.”

Mark stared at her as his **** slowly gave way to excitement. Ororo looked away for a moment.

“Please pardon me,” Ororo blushed. “This must be very uncomfortable for you.”

Mark couldn’t help but feel a little drunk on power. He had this gorgeous naked woman in front of him practically asking him to reprogram her mind.

Prior **** all but forgotten, he trailed a hand down her stomach and her legs until he reached her pussy. He started to rub.

Ororo gasped, but didn’t try to stop him.

“Take my dick out and give me a blowjob. We’ll see if that’ll be enough physical contact,” Mark immediately wanted to take the words back, but then he felt Ororo’s hands hook into the waistbands of his shorts and boxers and pull them both down in one swift motion. Mark’s massive erect penis came free.

"Goddess!" Ororo breathed, eyes wide. "You're... enormous."

Her reaction sent a rush through him-desire, pride, and a faint tinge of embarrassment all at once. Her gasp felt genuine, reverent. Then he felt it-hot, wet lips wrapping around his bloated crown. Her tongue curled along the underside, and he looked down to see her plump caramel lips struggling to take more of him.

Mark could feel his cheeks heat slightly. He was aware he was very, very big, but being complimented on the size did still embarrass him a bit. Though he certainly enjoyed it too.

Mark looked down and saw Ororo on her knees steadily moving her plump lips up and down his cock. He felt her warm, wet tongue twirl over the sides of his manhood and she made obscene slurping noises.

Her mocha hands couldn't even encircle his shaft. Both of them only managed to stroke the lower half as her lips kissed and sucked at the head. She had to lean back to open wider, jaw straining, lips stretched taut around the bloated girth.

He laid his head back and hissed softly as her lips sealed around the tip of his fat cockhead, her tongue working against the underside as she stroked him firmly with both hands. Her dark-skinned mocha hands seemed tiny wrapped around his pale white shaft, and her lips looked strained to cover what the did, but the silky, pouty caramel lips slide down over the bloated, plum-sized head, her heavenly mouth sliding down further.

“W-wow,” Mark breathed. Never in his life had he imagined that anything could feel so good.

Ororo's cheeks hollowed as she pulled more into her mouth. His thick shaft looked nearly comical compared to her elegant face, like something out of a dream-utterly massive, yet she tried to worship it anyway.

Ororo looked up at Mark and seemed to ask him something with her eyes.

“Ah… alright, Ororo,” Mark grunted when Ororo took his cock deeper into her mouth. He trailed a hand through her snow white hair. “I’ll use my ability on you now.”

Ororo’s eyes twinkled with gratitude. A devilish smirk crept over Mark’s face as he thought about what his next command would be.

-Y- Ororo engulfed another inch of his cock. -You- She let his dick fall from her mouth with an audible plop and began guiding her tongue along the underside of his dick. -Yo- She put her lips on the head of his cock and tickled the tip with her tongue.

“Okay, this isn’t gonna work,” Mark realized that he wasn’t able to form any coherent commands while Ororo serviced him. “Stay still until I say you can move again.”

Ororo stopped moving, but kept her lips wrapped around the end of his cock. She stared up at him with calm, unquestioning eyes.

-You desire Mark Williams as a sexual partner.-

He figured he might as well make her enjoy what she was doing.

-Thinking about Mark Williams makes your pussy wet.-

He really was the worst sort of person. Why didn't it bother him?

-You want to please Mark Williams sexually.-

He wondered why it was so easy to rewrite someone who had been nothing but kind to him before he’d messed up.

Mark could feel somehow that his commands flowed into Ororo’s mind even easier than the ones before. It was as if her mind were reaching out for the thoughts he sent her, eager to adopt them as her own. He wondered if a mind became conditioned to accept his commands more readily the more he used his ability on it.

“Do you know what I did?” Mark asked. Ororo kept her lips wrapped around the head of his penis. “S-sorry, you can take your mouth off my… my dick.”

Ororo withdrew from Mark’s cock, creating a trail of saliva between his member and her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled.

“I-I think you...” She gave him a gaze that almost made him melt. She wrinkled her eyebrows and reached between her legs. Her fingers came back very wet. “Oh my!”

“What did I do, Ororo?” Mark challenged. An unfamiliar feeling surged through him. He wondered if it was confidence. “Tell me.”

“You… you made me become wet just by thinking about you,” Ororo licked her lips. “You made me want you as a partner in bed. You made me want to please you sexually. Oh!”

Ororo reached her right hand down between her legs as she gazed up at Mark. Her hazel eyes were molten with desire. Her dark breasts swayed beautifully as she masturbated.

“Does it bother you that I made you feel this way?” Mark said.

“No,” She grabbed his hand and pushed it against her tits. He squeezed. “I… I find that I really enjoy it when you use your abilities on me.”

Maybe he could live with himself after all.