The Morning After

When you return from your errands, Tara is still snoring. You smile and slip your purchases under her bed. Well, not so much purchases, since the pharmacist and lingerie shop sales clerk had both insisted on you not paying, just before forgetting they had ever even seen you. A pity, since you had given both of them the best orgasm they had ever had.

It has been an incredible day and tomorrow looks even better. You strip down and climb into bed with Tara wearing only your magic ring.

You wake to the sound of Tara screaming. You stare at her, bleary eyed, confused.

"You bastard!" she screams at you. "How dare you take advantage of me like that! Pretending to be my friend and getting me drunk so you could **** me!"

"Now calm down Tara," you say.

"I will not calm down you...you...MAN!" she screams.

You're afraid she is about to rip your dick off. But finally you remember the ring and focus its power at your irate bedmate. The fury drains out of her as the ring bombards her with calm, confusion, trust and gullibility.

"That's not fair at all, Tara," you tell her. "You're the one who took advantage of ME! You got ME drunk. You took off YOUR cloths and BEGGED me to make love to you."

The pale professor blushes, embarrassed without any help from the ring.

"God, I did?' she asked. "I...my memory is really fuzzy...I haven't gotten that drunk in a long time...God, I'm such a hypocrite...such a bitch!"

"Now now, Tara," you say, patting her arm. "Don't be so hard on yourself!"

At the same time, you pour on the feeling of guilt.

"I am so sorry!" she says with big green eyes. "I'm a horrid bitch! I've taken advantage of your friendship and toyed with your emotions! Treated you like a piece of meat!'

You struggle not to laugh at the irony.

'If there is anyway I could make it up to you...' she says.

'Just your friendship is enough,' you say while willing her to turn her head and notice your morning wood, then hitting her with sudden lust and hunger on top of her need for absolution.

"No! I need....need to make it up to you,' she says, unable to take her eyes from your prick. "I need to make it better.'

As you propel your puppet's head cockward, you fill her with such excitement, elation and desire to please that she doesn't notice that you are controlling her hands as they grab hold of your dick, that you are controlling her lips as they part, that you are controlling her head as she goes down on you, that you are controlling her tongue and throat as she gives you what may well be the greatest blow job in human history.

Having swallowed all your spunk, Tara looks up at you, needing your approval. You smile at her and make her heart flutter, filling her with pride at what she has just done.

"I haven't done that in a long time,' she says. 'I swore I'd never do it again, but I guess I've been wrong about a lot of things.'
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Filling her with feelings of love and contentment, you convince her to call in sick and have her teaching assistant, Marci, cancel her one class that morning. While she is on the phone with Marci, you make her ask the girl to bring her grade book over to her house later that morning, then promptly make Tara forget the request.

You shower with Tara, fooling around with her but resisting the urge to fuck her. You don’t want Marci showing up before you have everything ready for her.

With two women, and only being able to control one at a time, you better be ready!