The Mysterious App

Twenty-four hours ago Harold Briggs was an old, fat janitor at an elite high school who had last had sex with a woman 20 years earlier. But over the last 24 hours everything had changed. It started with a mind-control app he downloaded out of boredom. Then, as a joke, he hypnotized the salesgirl in a store. He couldn’t believe it when the app actually worked. The beginning was innocent—he only ordered the cashier to forget that customers had to pay.

But just a few hours later he forced his former math teacher, that awful bitch who had told him he wasn’t even fit to dig ditches. Well, now her worst student used the app to order her to give him the best blowjob she could. It was fantastic, but the teacher was already an old spinster, no comparison to the young, arrogant Vivienne.

He knew she liked to study a little longer after classes in the library and waited for her.

“Oh, Miss, could you help me with these boxes?” he said in a slightly pleading old man’s voice. In a moment she’ll find out I’m still quite virile, hehe, he thought.

She looked at him like he was an idiot.

“Are you talking to me?” she answered, surprised.

“Yes.”

“I’m not your servant, and actually you’re here to serve the students, not the other way around.”

“Oh, in that case, just please look at this screen.”

And Vivienne looked. He watched the satisfied expression on her face change to a completely blank one.

“From now on you will carry out all my orders, understand?”

“I… yes,” she said rather indistinctly.

“Haha, bitch, we’ll see who serves whom.”

He looked at the beautiful student. Today there had been a student council meeting of which she was president, so she was dressed like a businesswoman. Dark gray blazer and midi skirt, paired with a silk blouse and black patent leather heels with a strap. Everything probably cost as much as he earned in a month.

“Would you mind lifting that skirt?”

“Of course,” she answered, showing her black pantyhose and panties.

“One more thing, slut—address me as ‘sir,’ understood?”

“Of course, sir.”

Harold personally pulled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees and began admiring the rich student’s pussy.

“Take these and the skirt off completely and show me your tits,” said an extremely aroused Harold.

“Of course, sir,” Vivienne answered, unbuttoning her blazer and shirt. She didn’t manage to take them off completely because the janitor immediately threw himself like an animal at her bra, freeing her huge tits.

When he heard approaching footsteps.