The bed shop

I liked Lachelle, I considered as I led her away from the jeweller's shop where her ex, semi unofficial, boyfriend was in the process of tittyfucking the shop assistant.

I realized I was walking in silence as I rummaged my way through her thoughts.

Lachelle: I like this guy. He's nice. Its good to have a friend. Why the hell can't I remember his name though? The ring is the best. I was ready to suck a lot of dick for that ring and he just gave me it. I wonder if he would like me to suck his dick. She glanced down at my pants. He's definitely got wood.

Fuck, was it that obvious?

Lachelle: Is it too late to ask his name? she continued thinking. I mean he's definitely a friend. I should offer to suck him off soon anyway. I'll need to go in a little while. I hope I see him again though. Its a 20 minute walk back to the trailer and mom needs to go out to work.

Mom had been going on at Lachelle lately about starting to go out to work herself, now she was old enough and they could take turns at working and watching the baby. Lachelle had been resisting this but knew she was being unfair to her mom and would have to start working down by the river soon.

Just at that moment though, something new happened. My mental "powers" until now had been an auditory matter only. I heard thoughts in whatever voice people used inside their head, and I used my voice to overlay thoughts on them. This time, so close to Lachelle as to walk with my hand squeezing her ass, a picture popped into my head of a slim black woman in her 30s wearing a pair of tight gold metallic hotpants and fishnets. She was on her knees in a parking lot behind a pickup, sucking off a fat older guy in the driver's seat. The guy was drinking a can of beer at the time. So this was the mental picture Lachelle had of her mom when she went to work, and presumably what she too had to look forward to as a career!

I was so startled by the image I saw that I almost stumbled.

"You okay hon?" asked Lachelle caringly.

"Uh yeah. Sure. I'm fine", I replied, gathering myself.

"Look, I gotta go but I wanna ask. Do you want me to" she started.

I interrupted her. "no, I'd rather just fuck you I think". I said absently.

"Oh ok. That's fine." she said, because of course everything I did was fine.

We stepped past a row of cheap shops, a small pawnbroker/loan sharks, a tacky underwear shop, then came to a bed shop. How handy was that? I led Lachelle inside.

A weedy guy with a mustache and an open collared striped shirt approached us. "Can I be of assistance? His name badge said Colin. with two little red smiley faces stuck on after it".

"Uh, we're just looking..." I spun and looked at a well made double bed in the window, then thought, Do what I tell you! at him. I didn't want to have to mind control everyone that passed while I was fucking this girl. "Shut the shop, pull the shutters down and lock the door. We'll look privately."

"Yes sir!" said the weedy assistant and stepped over to the door and began pushing buttons.

"Good. We're going to try out one of your beds". That's perfectly normal. I added silently.

The assistant nodded enthusiastically.

I turned to Lachelle, who was already pulling her tight leggings off. In moments, she was lying naked on her back, thick legs parted and watching as I lowered myself on top of her, sliding home with the greatest of ease into her warm moist tunnel.

Lachelle responded warmly and welcoming as I proceeded to deliver the promised fucking.

This is nice. She thought. I like him. However this was not quite the response I had been hoping for. After a few minutes, I began sending messages to her. Feel really horny. This is the best sex you have ever had.

Oh my god! This is incredible. I wish I had done this before with him. I didn't know fucking could be so good. "Yes!!!" she shouted out loud in the shop.

Start orgasming.

"Oooooooooh!" she said, her voice rising in tone and volume "Yes! Fuck me. Oh yes!!!!"

That was better! I thought, and powered on slotting my rod home time after time to her growing delight.

Eventually when I came in her pulsing pussy she was covered in sweat. Tears ran from her eyes and she lay there whimpering in delirium.

"You're welcome", I sighed and slumped on top of her, eventually slithering out of her and resting my head on her ample breasts.