Door knocking

John didn't know where to start, so decided to approach it methodically. He crossed the hall to the opposite apartment and knocked on the door. A man in a singlet opened it, toothbrush in mouth. He made a questioning grunt, but John simply froze him in time and pushed inside. There a woman was eating breakfast, and stood up with a question to her partner. John froze her too, and slipped off her dressing gown to admire her body. She was in her late thirties yet still fit, with her short toned legs and shapely tummy. Her C cup breasts sagged slightly, her ass a beautiful peach. Straight brown strands of hair framed her small, angular face, the rest tied in a bun. She was beautiful, but not exactly John's type. He decided to move on, not before leaving a mental command for her to fuck her partner's brains out as soon as you left. The man asked seemed once John unfroze him as John simply walked away, yet he heard from behind the door slam as he was pulled inside.

John knocked on the next door. A pretty young blond opened the door, and John froze her immediately, knowing he had found the one. Her tight matching yoga pants and crop top perfectly showed off her curves, her DD's straining the fabric, and her ass eating it's fair share. Her pristine white sneakers contrasted against the deep red of her outfit, creating a nice sporty vibe to match her fit body. John starred for a while, ogling her body until he remembered he had hands. He thrust them forwards, squeezing her bouncy tits, rubbing them together. Her frozen, questioning face stared straight ahead, and he decided to fix that.

John reached into her mind with his own, finding her name to be Christy. She worked as a personal trainer, and loved to be fucked rough. She seemed mildly attractive to you, though you just weren't her type. You altered this, making her see you as the most handsome man in the world, adding the thought that she would do anything to please you. You step back and unfreeze her. Her eyes go wide, as she stares into yours, her mouth hanging open.

"P-please come in," she quickly whispers, stepping aside for you to come in. She closes the door behind you, and you sit on her couch. She quickly stands in front of you, introducing herself and offering beverages or breakfast.

"No thank you Christy, but why did you invite me in?" John says, very well knowing the answer. She slowly steps forward, lifting a knee onto the couch to straddle you.

"Because you're so fucking hot, I need you," she says, before pushing her lips to his. Her tongue entered his mouth as a deep moan brewed between them. John returns the favor, savoring her soft wet tongue on his. They sat there a while, John massaging her hefty breasts through her top, feeling her tight round ass gently grind his growing cock. She finally **** her mouth of him, her lips sticking out already missing his skin.

"Please, let me be yours. I will do anything for you John," she says, staring straight into his eyes. John shuddered, the shear scope of potentials rushing through his mind. Christy stared into his eyes, eager and searching for a response.