After inhabiting her body and linking with her so many times Devon now had a sense of Keira not unlike the
one he had had with Melanie his one time love. He could sense her in a vague way at any time. And when she was feeling intense emotions he knew it.
One night he was asleep and having some very vivid sex dreams about Keira when he groggily woke up and sent
out his awareness to see what she was doing that was catching his attention.
Easing his consciousness into her's he took stock of where she was and what she was doing. It took a
moment to understand what was happening. Keira was fairly aroused, and felt uncharacteristically shy and nervous. There were lights all around and she was feeling an unusual mix of self-conscious and proud, and they both had her quite horny. Looking through her eyes he saw she was in bed with a familiar man, there
were bright lights and many people.
She was on a film set filming a love scene.
The director was saying something to the other actor and Keira was listening quietly, her mind full of
her character and the idea that this was the first time these two people had been in bed together. Keira’s character was nervous and Devon felt a thrill to be witnessing what an award winning actor did to prepare for a role from the inside .
For Devon acting was accessing the wide range of emotions he had felt from others and just opening his link with the crowd and allowing them to feel what he knew his character would be feeling. For Keira Knightley, trapped in her mind, alone, she had to imagine what another person might feel in any given situation, this person being a shy damaged woman’s first sexual encounter with a man she was unsure she should be with.
Devon could feel each step of Keira’s mental preparation. She had a large part of her mind cordoned off
from the rest and inside it were the feelings of her character. This area Keira kept safe and isolated from her own mind and she created the emotions of the character there, keeping her own life out.
In this head space Keira was highly awake, her brain firing powerfully, the intensity of her focus exciting
and a little bit frightening to suddenly be part of.
When the director stepped away the young man in the bed, an actor Devon quite liked named
Michael Fassbender whispered to Keira, “He is really worried about his
“I know, I think the studio warned him not to get too racy because of Shame.”
“He’ll be fine. Let’s just do our thing and he can edit what he needs.”
Keira felt warmth and respect for Michael and Devon felt her physical desire for him as well. She was enjoying herself filming this scene.
The director, British director Steve McQueen. called out “Action.” in his thick accent and Keira and Michael began to kiss and grow passionate. Devon marveled at Keira’s powerful focus. Her character was wholly
enveloping her; the awkwardness and newness of the lovemaking, the powerful desire, the fear of rejection, all the little unconscious self-judgements of being with a new lover one is unsure of, mingled with a profound need to be cared for... all made this scene a delicate passionate encounter.
Devon watched from within her mind and felt real pride that she was as good as she was. The lovers kissed
and rubbed each other and then began to grow more and more passionate, then cut was called.
“Sorry.” A new voice called out, “we saw some nipple.”
“Heaven forfend.” Keira whispered, and Michael laughed. Devon hadn’t noticed that she was naked under
Michael, underwear the only clothing they both wore.
The director came back over. “Great stuff luvs. Keira I loved the little looks and the hesitation. Let that keep coming into it. I’m really getting her anxiety. Looks great. Just keep those titties covered would ya?” The humour in his voice made Keira giggle, a sound Devon realized he had never heard from her. She felt real respect for this man, and wanted to please him.
Fascinated by the acting process Devon watched while the crew filmed the scene over and over, the camera
less than ten feet away and a crew of dozens moving about in the big space made to look like a bedroom.
Over and over Keira and Michael kissed and writhed around on the bed as they were filmed from multiple
angles, the room growing hot and the sexual tension building.
After a time Michael’s cock began to grow hard and Devon could feel Keira notice and like it.
Devon only hesitated a second before he opened his link and slipped inside Michael’s head. Once he regained his equilibrium Devon took stock of another powerful actor’s mind while he was working. It was just as amazing as it had been inside Keira’s mind. Michael too had a large area of his mind carefully carved out into the thoughts of his character, a man who felt unloved, and disgusted with himself for loving this young woman who he should not be with.
Devon plucked the chords of Michael’s character and then when he felt sure he understood Michael’s choices
for the scene Devon opened a place where he could hide Michael, a room where the character took over and then Devon sent Michael to the hidden depths of the character the actor had created and Devon took over Michael’s body.
The change of perspective was titillating. Being inside a man’s body felt more at home, but it was a new body and that always felt disorienting. Keira felt soft and very warm to this body, just she had when he had done this to Rupert. Looking down at her Devon gaped at her loveliness. She was gazing at him and through his link she could feel that she noticed the change in him.
On a whim Devon whispered to her to cover the change of accent, “I’m really feeling the character, so I
apologize but I’m going to go inside a bit for a while okay? I’m going to try some stuff, just let me know if it throws you.”
“No, no, go ahead. I’m loving everything so far.” Devon was discussing acting with his favorite movie star and it made him smile broadly. He adjusted his weight and his Michael’s hard cock pressed against her leg.
Devon teased her mind with the idea of actually fucking Michael, and it took very little to bring that flame to life.
When action was called again Devon now began to make love to Keira. Using his knowledge of her from before he kissed her just the way she liked, using his link to do everything she wanted, including being awkward for the scene. It was a real joy to be able to unleash his ability on her this time, rather than holding back. This time it didn’t matter if she bonded with this man, it would always be chalked up to the acting.
Immediately the connection between them made the scene feel even more amazing, the kisses were more intense
than before, their bodied felt more in tune and Keira lifted her hip and pressed her thigh along the hard cock hidden below the thin sheet over them.
They began to grow very passionate, the kisses desperate and hungry, her mouth open wide inviting his tongue deep inside to fill her with some part of him. Her hands travelled along his back and down over his buttocks pulling him into her body, aching to be filled by him. A powerful new connection now wide open between them.
The both gasped as they disengaged. Keira looked up at him, her eyes wide and her pupils huge.
“Wow.” Was all she said.
The director came over. “You two trying to kill me? I’m trying to keep it PG, okay?”
“Sorry." Keira said.
“That was for the director’s cut.” Devon/Michael said.
“Fuck that.” The Steve said.
Devon wasn’t going to let a film rating get in his way, so he opened a conduit to all the people in the room. As the next take rolled and he began to earnestly make love to Keira Knightley he let everyone in the room feel what the two actors were creating with their characters. They were connected to the love, the fear, the anxiety, and the
loneliness of the characters. With Devon’s manipulation the character’s need to touch and caress one another seemed less about tits being seen on screen and more about two human beings who needed to be seen by someone as a lovable person.
It worked, the scene rolled on and on, the lovemaking uninterrupted for a long time. Devon let his mouth wander from Keira’s and he began to kiss down her long neck and then over her chest taking a nipple in his mouth making her gasp.
Under the sheet his cock, a large thick cock that Michael had made famous in another film with this director, teased and poked at Keira’s thigh, and as they moved she let her leg fall away and he moved between her thighs and began to dry hump her.
Both actors wore underwear, but were topless, and her panties were so wet he could feel her dampness as
soon as his cloth covered cock pressed into her lips. Her eyes opened wide as his member ground down over her sex, and she pulled him in for a hungry, desperate kiss.
Keira was losing focus on her character and was starting to feel more like her own self. The frustration she was having with her lover not being able to fulfill her swamped the hard work she had done on her character and now it was a horny Keira Knightley who lifted her hips and tried to get Michael Fassbender to fuck her.
The next time cut was called it was all they could do to stop grinding each other. Keira looked up into his eyes and looked nervous. Through his link Devon could feel her need to speak to him, but her respect for him made her stay silent.
The crew made some adjustments to the camera and moved it closer to their heads.
Devon felt Keira's need, the need to fuck him right here on set, while being filmed. Aroused beyond beleif at what they were doing Devon increased her desire with his ability. He added the director, and the first assistant director who was the next in charge. He made them want to see it, want to film it. He added the camera man, and the sound woman. He let them feel that it would be art, and a bold new direction to go. A few famous actors had performed real sex on screen before. It was still taboo, but it was not a new idea.
The director came over and spoke to them quietly, sitting on the bed where they lay entangled, unmoving, Keira pressing her wet pussy to Michael’s hard cock.
“I’m thinking about clearing the set and letting you two do what comes naturally. You both have contracts in
place about what we can and can’t show on screen, but if you are willing -and feel free to call your agents- but I want to let you run with this and we’ll worry about the studio later.”
“Yes. I think we need to go further.” Keira said.
“Me too.” Devon spoke for Michael. He whispered still to cover the accent change, but even so they both looked at him oddly for a second.
Devon fanned the flame of the artist in Steve, he had filmed many controversial scenes before and he chaffed under the constraints of the studio. Devon massaged the rebel in him and told the man to push the envelope.
“I’m feeling something powerful going on here, and I don’t want to get in the way of it. You two have free reign, do whatever you want, and we will film it. I’ll take a camera and so will Nigel and we will get everything we can and worry about the legal stuff later.”
“Yes.” Keira whispered hoarsely. Devon barely had to nudge her, she wanted to do this very badly, she was a newly discovered exhibitionist and as horny as she had ever been.
Devon nodded Michael’s head and smiled.
By the time the set was cleared and the two camera’s ready Devon wanted to scream. It took all his ability to keep everyone who was going to stay in the room horny and artistically engaged. He was trembling from the effort by the time action was called.
Once more they began to kiss and make love for the cameras, but now it was with the knowledge that they would
not be stopping. Still using the character’s yearnings as the guide they kissed and groped each other in a needy awkward way.
Then as it grew more intimate, as Devon began to kiss those perfect breasts he allowed the need to grow into confidence, and joy. How could he not feel joy as he took her hard prominent nipple into his mouth? Using his link Devon allowed everyone in the room to feel his desire, and in turn to feel Keira’s hunger to be fulfilled by him.
The director used his camera to move in close on Keira’s face as she was teased and tormented by Michael’s mouth. The other camera operator, Nigel, followed Michael's mouth on Keira's breasts, the pair working perfectly together to capture everything.
The moment Devon felt Keira grow tense, wanting him to move lower he did so, shocking her with his
Kissing down her flat stomach he exposed her body to the cameras taking the sheet with him. More of her creamy skin was exposed and Devon felt her grow deeply aroused as she was more fully revealed.
Letting his tongue and lips drive her wild, feeling exactly how she wanted him to kiss, and where, he drove
her mad with passion as he moved closer and closer to her pussy.
The smell of her passion filled the air after what seemed like hours of prolonged sexual excitement. Her panties were dripping wet and when Devon placed his mouth over her sopping crotch she gasped and humped her cunt up to meet his mouth.
Sucking on her dripping underwear he teased her further by not moving them out of the way yet. He wanted
the cameras to capture how wet and wicked she was. Feeling her desperation along his link Devon pulled her panties down over her hips and once more Devon exposed Keira Knightley to cameras and the world.
The thrill she felt as he did it made him throb with need for her. She was beside herself with hunger for
him as he dropped her buttocks back to the bed and let her legs fall wide open. Devon sat back a moment and gazed at her, his face a mix of fear, hunger and joy. Letting the character’s need hold him back, he paused. He was giving the audience time to register what he felt as well as take in her sexy body. Devon knew that whenever an actor appeared nude on screen or stage it took time for the audience to ogle them before they could move on with the story.
He gave them a chance to look deeply at her glistening slit, all smooth and shaved while using his link with the two men working the cameras to sense when they had fully absorb her perfectly exposed sex. Devon also felt Keira’s exaltation at being filmed so intimately. Her being was suffused with desire to be seen and recorded, she was in no hurry to move past this moment.
Then when he felt everyone ready he eased himself down, locking eyes with Keira he lowered his mouth over
her bald pussy and began to taste that gorgeous slit. The director once more filmed her face while Nigel moved close to Michael’s face and captured his mouth devouring her dripping cunt.
Within mere moments an orgasm took Keira, Devon fanning her passion to a high burning intensity both with his mouth and with his link to her. He urged her to abandon herself to the exhibitionism, and let the world see her cum on film.
Devon was very distracted, but he was fairly certain that no other famous actress had ever been recorded
having a legitimate orgasm on film before.
Keira writhed under his tongue as he lapped at her clitoris and she exploded with lewd elation. Stroking
her own breasts she pulled on her nipples and gasped out her bliss as he continued to lash her with his tongue casting her further and further away on the tide of her orgasm.
Finally she could take no more and she pushed him away from her burning button. His mouth dripping with
her juices he wiped a hand across his lips and smeared her cum over his cheek. Then he moved up to her face, stopping to kiss her breasts, frustrating her playfully, and she pulled his hair to bring him to her mouth where she kissed him ardently, trying to thank him for what he had done, but beyond words.
Then she pushed him onto his back and began to kiss her way down his body. Devon made sure everyone wanted to see this with his power by fanning their desire to see Keira Knightley suck cock on film.
Devon couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was able to do this and no-one else could. It astonished
him how lucky he was, and as Keira’s soft mouth kissed along the tight ridges of Michael’s hard abs Devon accepted her tender ministrations with glee.
He allowed her to hesitate as she took hold of the large cock still hidden by underwear. She was
nervous about being on film doing this, and the size of it. Keira wasn’t sure she could handle this big of a cock. Devon massaged her nervousness making the character seem to be hesitant. The artistic quality of the filming up to this point required that they not get too pornographic, nor too much themselves as this unfolded. It was essential that the two performers maintain the integrity of their earlier performances. Only Devon could control that now, the others were too far gone into the swamp of lust he had built around them.
Controlling her by keeping her body connected to the character Keira had worked so hard to create, Devon let
her indulge in the fearful young woman she was playing as she held his massive cock in her tiny hand.
That it was this big was a bit of a legend in Hollywood since Michael bared it, flaccid yet large, in Shame. Even Devon had to sit up and look as Keira pulled down his underwear and exposed this famously large member.
Both cameras moved closer as she slowly pulled down the waistband of his underwear, and when the head was uncovered Devon felt real jealousy. Michael’s cock was thick, the head bulbous and dark with blood. As she pulled his underwear off the full size of it was unveiled.
Michael’s member was around eight inches long, and very full. It wasn’t enormous, but it was porn star sized
and impressive. Keira took in into both of her little hands leaving his boxer shorts around his thighs, and she lifted his length up close to her beautiful face looking at his entire size.
The camera captured her hunger for it, and the fear in her eyes about what to do with it all. She glanced up at him and he smiled down at her encouraging her with his eyes, while feeding her his eagerness to feel her mouth on him using his link.
Leaning in she kissed the head and her famous lips pressed the hot flesh of his aching boner. Then she
opened up and began to lick him tentatively. Devon was impressed by how much she was back in character after his last nudge. Keira was fully that nervous lonely woman eager to please and hoping to be loved. He barely had to remind her of the role she was playing, her focus was that intense, her talent that deep.
Both camera’s focused on that lovely, famous face as she took more and more of his cock between her lips.
Sucking him in she licked and caressed his head with her mouth, and her hand wrapped around his shaft began to pump him up and down.
Within moments she was fucking him with her face, Keira receiving sporadic reminders from him along the
link, keeping her in character. Devon read her mind with his power and found her amazed at how differently she wanted to suck him than usual. She was more confident and felt like she knew exactly what he wanted, it were as if these characters were destined for each other. That confidence made sucking his cock far more fun than usual.
Not knowing the source of her new found confidence she simply accepted it and enjoyed blowing him more
than ever before in her life. Knowing he wasn’t going to gag her by forcing her to take more than she wanted Keira relished the sensation of his hot hardness, loving the way her tongue slid around the smooth soft flesh and the way she could feel him vibrating under her, his lust growing more and more profound.
Capturing every movement the cameras hovered as she opened her mouth and let her tongue run all along his
shaft. Growing bolder and more lascivious Keira slobbered over his length, her mouth drooling spittle long his shaft and then licking it up again.
Devon felt the beginning of an orgasm and he held it off, wanting to prolong this glorious view of Keira
gobbling this huge cock.
Reading the others Devon felt the mood shift. Everyone wanted to see them fuck now. Releasing the need to
cum, Devon relaxed and Keira, at the slight urging of Devon’s ability, stopped sucking him and kissed her way up his chest the same way he had done to her.
The two lovers kissed each other on the mouth once more, their naked bodies pressed to each other, his cock
pressed hard to her belly. After a moment of that she sat up and carefully positioned herself over him. Then with near reverence Keira lifted off him and took hold of his cock. Leaning on his chest with one hand she aimed his tool at her slit with her other.
One camera moved down below to capture the penetration, while the other moved to her face to capture the
moment she was filled by that big cock.
As her wet lips spread around him Devon felt her heat and had to resist pushing up to meet her. As
Keira pressed down and was opened up by that huge cock she shuddered with desire. Devon could feel that she was on the verge of climax once more and he urged her to give in to the need to cum.
With less than half Michael’s cock inside her Keira began to shudder in a powerful orgasm. Gasping and shaking she tried to hold still while her body juddered atop his huge pole. Devon stroked her face lovingly as she trembled through a nearly overwhelming orgasm, the loss of control palpable along his link to her.
Keira’s passionate and beautiful display was all captured by the director’s camera as he closed in on her grimacing face. Nigel the cameraman zoomed in on her wide open sex being split by Michael’s cock, her juices running down the shaft spitting her and over Michael’s full balls.
Finally she was able to open her eyes once more and smile down at Devon. His heart grew weak and fluttery
seeing the look of profound love she gave him then, and he shared with her the same feelings back with his link to her.
Once more she pushed down over him easing more of that big dick into her quivering hole, many little orgasms making her gasp and shake with endless pleasure.
When at last she was too full to take any more of him she sat a moment and allowed her insides to adjust to him. Leaning forward she kissed Devon and the two lovers tasted each other’s passion amply, tongues swirling and dancing seductively.
When she felt able to Keira began to move up and down on him, sliding her wetness over his hardness, pleasing them both with the fluid friction.
Once they had a quicker rhythm going they began to grope and caress each other ardently, the lovemaking
mirroring the characters sudden feeling of completeness and connection.
When they grew more and more passionate Keira sent a desire to be on the bottom and pummelled by Michael.
Devon immediately swiveled his hips and swung her tiny frame around to the side and mounted her all without withdrawing from her velvety grip.
Now positioned on top Devon used Michael’s athletic frame to drive into her yielding core. As she gasped
with each plunge into her grip, he grunted as he drove down into her, the need in them to reach fulfillment growing with each thrust of their hips.
Devon searched the minds of all those involved to determine where they wanted him to cum. She wanted it deep
inside her pussy, both as her character and as herself, Steve the director wanted it on her belly so it could be seen and photographed artistically, Nigel wanted it on her tits because he loved seeing her breasts and wanted to see them stained with sperm.
Devon himself wanted her to swallow it, but that would not feel correct in the context of this film. It was too pornographic. To him the breasts felt that way too. It was lewd and out of place in the sensitive environment they had tried to create with this scene.
Yet he knew the audience would want to see it, after all this investment in the sexuality of these people. His gut was her belly, and so he nudged the others into thinking that was best as well.
As Devon felt them agree with him internally he saw both men move so that their cameras could best catch
the moment as his sperm splashed out over her taut belly. He couldn’t see what they saw but he felt them both grow excited as they lined up whatever shot they had. For her part Keira was too far gone to care, she was trying to hold off yet another powerful orgasm. She desperately wanted him to cum inside her and with her, but she too understood the need to show the moment of his orgasm.
She justified it that her character wouldn’t wish to be pregnant and so she would feel relieved to know he
had not spilled himself inside her.
Just thinking about his cum made her squirm with need to see it, feel it and know that she had brought him
to this place of release. Gripping him tightly from within she thrust her hips up at him encouraging him to cum.
Assured that all was in place for his climax Devon began to give in to his lust, he linked all four of them subtly into the web of passion he was weaving and soon they were all panting and eager to taste fulfillment.
With a few more deep plunges of his cock Devon felt an orgasm surge powerfully along his borrowed penis and
with a cry he pulled out and took hold of Michael’s thick shaft and pumped his load out over Keira’s toned, wildly heaving stomach.
Gouts of hot seed splashed out over her belly from that massive cock, and Devon felt like he was being turned inside out with the power of his ejaculation. Keira took hold of his shaft with her right hand and then grabbed his balls with her left, milking him and driving him further over the edge. He could hear her moans as he felt her
own passionate release along their link.
The two of them came for a long time, sperm spilling out over her as they both convulsed with bone deep
spasms. Devon held himself up over her on weakening arms, his body quaking with the overwhelming intensity of his orgasm. For hours they had been teasing each other along this road toward this ultimate pleasure and now that it was here they both indulged it fully.
But eventually it had to end. Devon could no longer hold Michael’s body aloft, so he collapsed down beside her, not wanting to obscure the camera’s view of their sculpted bodies in their extremity.
The two of them lay gasping, quivering with their profound passion. Her belly was coated in his cum, long
streamers of sperm splayed across her trebling abdomen, over her ribs, a bit on her tits as well, and a large spill of it drizzling the swollen lips of her engorged pussy.
The director moved close to their faces as they panted and leaned in to kiss each other hungrily, desperate
to connect once more now that their bodies were no longer joined. The camera man panned over their sweaty, glistening bodies, being sure to capture the gleaming mess that coated Keira from the breasts down.
Devon wanted to crush her to him, but the cameras needed a view so he remained beside her kissing her with
all the love he could show.
At last he felt Keira’s mind wander a bit, she needed to touch that spill of seed, needed to acknowledge his
gift to her. Devon gave her silent mental permission to do what she wanted with no shame or risk of judgment.
Sliding a small hand down her body she smeared his sperm into her belly, and down over her pussy lips.
Keira rubbed his sperm into her skin absorbing him as best she could, then with a strong sense of shame, and fear of chastisement she lifted her hand to her face, and licked her palm, tasting his cum for the fist time.
The camera captured every single moment of her actions and when she moaned and shuddered from pleasure as
she tasted his cum Devon felt everyone’s approval of her choice, and he allowed her to sense that along his link.
Devon moved close and hugged Keira to him, gripping her slight frame in Michael’s strong arms and releasing
the held emotions he had. Tears had been leaking from both their eyes for the last few seconds of lovemaking, but now they both cried openly from the rawness of the emotions the lovemaking and the character’s desperation had left in them.
Tears were the fastest way to let all that emotion out and they both sobbed and laughed as they panted from
the emotional effort this scene had brought forth in them.
Devon lay his head on Keira’s breast and closed his eyes as she began to stoke his hair affectionate. The cameras moved in and captured the play of emotions on their faces; relief, love, loss, joy, all these were filmed as they lay helpless entwined with each other.
Then the director moved away and whispered “Cut.”
Devon released his hold on Michael and stepped out of the way as Michael Fassbender awoke to discover what
had happened. He was confused, and a little scared. Devon opened a link to Steve the director and to Keira Michael’s co-worker and the feeling they had about how well the scene had gone, and how amazing this was all going to look gave Michael a sense of relief, but no less confusion.
Then Devon slipped back to his own body, in his bed, spent and stained in sperm in the middle of the night
across the ocean from the others he had just shared something profound with.
One morning as Devon lay in bed trying to make
himself wake up and start his day he felt a warm sexual energy in his mind yet
from without. He used to get this often from Melanie, but he hadn’t felt it
since. After a momentary sadness missing Melanie he followed the emotion along
its connection to him and found himself connected to Keira Knightley.
Pleasantly surprised by the connection they apparently had he moved inside her mind and discovered that she was lying in bed with her lover talking.
The two of them were curled around each other in
the dark, they were naked and whispering together. He was speaking of his dream,
a nightmare that had woken them both.
Frustration filled Keira’s mind from being woken
so late, but she was kind enough, and caring enough to hear him out. Devon
adopted her patience and listened to the boring dream, the man telling her in
vague terms what scared him. Judging from his language and the meandering
quality of the story he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the cupboard, but Keira
found him attractive physically, and liked his gentleness.
Yet her attention was fractured by fatigue and
the desire for a better man. She was bored, not just right now, but often with
this man Rupert. He sensed that she wanted to leave
Then it occurred to Devon to slip inside the man’s mind and take over.
Reaching out with his power Devon tried to enter Rupert’s mind from Keira’s.
It was the most disorienting thing he had yet accomplished with his abilities. The
empty space between the two British lovers pulled on Devon, calling him back to
his own body. The feeling was as if he were a swimmer in deep water surrounded
by powerful currents. When Devon’s soul was cast adrift between bodies it wanted
to return most to his own body, or to the one he most knew, and it resisted
pushing into this new person when two other better fits were available.
With an effort of will Devon slipped inside Rupert and felt grounded, if not dizzy.
Devon centred himself inside this new body and familiarized himself with the man
he now inhabited.
The first thing Devon noticed was how insecure the other man felt. Rupert was sad
and anxious that Keira no longer cared for him. He knew she was withdrawing, and
that had been the subject of the dream. He was trying to share with her, but was
nervous about speaking the words directly. He seemed to feel that Keira blamed
him for the photographs of her nude on the boat. Rupert had no idea how to stop
the growing distance between them.
Devon began to take over Rupert’s mind, sending Rupert to a place in his head where
Keira and he could be lovers for the next little while as Devon spoke to her.
Whispering low so he could hide the difference in accents Devon said his first words to the
famous actress he felt so connected to.
“I’m sorry I’m being such a baby.”
“Don’t be silly.” She said in that lovely accent, her breath warm against his shoulder
where her face was nuzzled.“Tell me more.”
“No, it was just a stupid dream. Let’s play a game instead. You want to?”
Feeling her curiosity Devon pressed on.” Let’s pretend we are somebody new, let’s role
play people without nightmares and paparazzi and pressure. What do you
Feeling more curiosity from her, and a hint of confusion Devon wondered if she would go
“Sure, “she said. “ why not, but I’m not sure I understand the game though.”
“Because I’m making it up. I’ll be someone different, like… a Canadian student, someone
utterly different form me. You be who you like.”
“Can I be a Russian Princess?”
“Have you played that before? That would be cheating.”
“Well sort of, so I’ll pick something else, someone I would never be cast as.” As she
pondered it Devon marvelled in the feeling of her skin pressed to his new body.
This form didn’t feel as different as being inside a woman. This man was well
built, but not too different from Devon himself. Feeling the smooth skin of this
beautiful woman pressed against him was almost like feeling it with his own
body. The experience was more precious than he could imagine.
Keira was warmer than he would have thought. Melanie and Danielle were both cold in
the limbs, and Keira radiated heat, her body warm and inviting.
“I’ll be a Mexican migrant worker in the States.”
“Before you commit, this game is about staying in character and answering questions.
Whoever can stay in character the longest wins.”
“Whatever they desire…”
Devon felt her smile into his shoulder.
“I know what you want.’ He felt a comfortable feeling of sexual desire bloom in
her. She would rather be fucking Rupert than talking, even though she felt
amused by this game.
“You think you know what I want, but if I stay in character then you might be
“Really though, it doesn’t seem fair. Didn’t you read the paper saying I was the world’s
The humour inherent in that statement made Devon love her even more. She clearly
didn’t believe in her own press.
“Alright, I’m going to speak in my Canadian accent now.” He dropped his British accent.
“How does this sound?”
“That’s amazing! Where did you learn that?”
“T.V. a show called Degrassi High.”
“Oh yeah, I saw that when I was a kid. Terrible, but smashing too.”
“So this sounds Canadian?” Devon had to try not to laugh as she gushed, sitting up
and looking right at him giving him a view of her perfect face grinning and
excited, her bare breasts smooth and sweet in the dark. In the dimness he
couldn’t see the colour of her eyes but his memory supplied the soft velvety
brown that so pleased him.
Using the conduit between them Devon could feel her happiness at his achievement. She
was proud of him, and she was very pleased to be proud of him for the first time
in a long while.
“That is brilliant that is. Really. So authentic. Usually I confuse Canadian with
American, but I can really tell the difference. Why didn’t you tell me you could
“I was too self conscious. Sometimes it doesn’t sound good. Okay now you have to be
“No! I was just fooling around. I didn’t know you would going to pull that out.”
“Tell you what; ask me a few questions, to find out about this character, and if you
want to play then we can switch and you can try one. Okay?”
“I'm just so impressed with that voice. Even your speech pattern has changed.’ She
kissed him and simultaneously Devon felt his own exaltation to be kissing the
woman of his dreams, and her happiness to be having this joyous exchange. She
even flet guilt for not caring about him a few moments ago.
Basking in the glow of that kiss, the sweet softness of it reminded him once more of
Melanie and the love they had shared. He didn’t feel in any way guilty about the
deception, only happiness for being where he was.
“So, questions. Where to you live?”
“Vancouver, British Columbia.”
“Bloody hell, you even said it like a Canadian, that ‘er’ sound.”
They laughed. “Ask me more.”
“What are you studying?”
“Drama. Someday I want to act with the World’s Greatest Actress, Keira Knightley.”
“Oh, very good you. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No. I have lovers, but no girlfriend.”
“So are you a player?”
“No. I was hurt in the past and haven’t found anyone that appeals enough to risk
being hurt again.”
“Ooo, a sensitive artist type.”
“Maybe a little.”
“What makes you a good enough actor to share the screen with the World’s Greatest
“I can always tell what people are feeling. I can tap into that and use it in my characters.”
“What am I feeling right now?” Devon had an open connection to her so he said what he
“Umm, I would describe it as indulgent.”
Keira looked shocked, and felt it.
“Now you feel shocked.”
“How did you do that?”
“Maybe I’m the World’s Greatest Actor?”
The beautiful young woman smiled at him, but inside Devon felt her doubt and
contempt for his acting ability. Rupert wasn’t much of a performer. Going easy
he spoke only of the one.
“You doubt it, but that’s okay, I haven’t had a chance to prove it doing plays in
school in Vancouver. “
Realizing he had gone to far Devon saw her go pale, and inside she grew scared. Rupert
wouldn’t have been able to do that, Devon was being too much himself.
“Your turn now.”
“I think maybe we should stop.” Her fear and confusion ruined the light mood they
“Does this mean I win?” He said this last in the best British accent he could, having
been practising, and using Keira’s own tonight as a guide. He spoke softly with
a broad smile hoping to fool her.
“Oh my god. You scared me a little there for a bit.
Relief radiated out from her in waves, but underneath she felt off balance, unsettled,
not knowing what to expect from him and knowing something was different.
“So I do win?”
“Yes, yes you win the damned game.”She was trying to mask her curiosity with
impatience, but she was intrigued by what he would claim as his prize. Devon
himself wasn’t sure.
“I believe as my prize I will claim a game of Truth or Dare.” He spoke in a formal
Game show tone, still hoping to hide that he didn’t know Rupert’s accent.
“Really? Seems a bit juvenile.”
“I’m feeling a bit juvenile.”
“Alright, go ahead.” She was once more being
indulgent, but she felt relief to be on more familiar ground with him.
“Uh… Truth. Are you an exhibitionist?’
A feeling of guilt leaked out from her as she thought about the question.
“I suppose I am after all.”
“I thought so. So then next is a Dare.”
“Hold on. Don’t I get a go?”
“Right. Of course. Which will it be?”
“Truth. Where did you get that Canadian character from?”
“Actually I read an article about a Canadian in Vancouver who performed an amazing Romeo a
few months ago. It ran for a few weeks and got amazing reviews and sold out
houses. It got on some website I stumbled across. Okay my turn. I dare you to go
stand in front of the window.” Using his link to her Devon gauged her reaction.
A swirl of emotions radiated out of her; fear, sexual excitement, competition,
pride, and worry.
The beautiful young woman stood up revealing her utterly nude body to Devon. He
could see her steal herself, and felt her powerful curiosity as to whether she
could do this or not. Keira was trying to prove something to herself. To find
out if she was actually an exhibitionist, and whether or not she was brave
enough to explore this part of herself.
The window in question was a small bay window with a little seat in front of it.
Keira loved the seat, Devon could feel from her, and as she knelt on it to reach
for the curtains he felt a spike in her passion. It would seem that she had
masturbated on this seat with the draped partially closed many times. This would
be the first time she would reveal herself fully in the window and she was
extremely aroused at the thought.
Pulling back the drapes light from the street bathed her perfect body, outlining her
shape to Devon behind her. The light kissed her face, making her smooth skin
glow, her breasts were caressed in the electric blue light and her belly, tight
with tension, accepted exposure radiantly.
Between her wide spread legs Devon could see her nether lips parted by light, glistening
from a few feet away, her thighs quivered in her highly passionate state. Her
breathe was held and she radiated anxiety along the link between them. Devon
eased her mind a bit with his ability allowing her to enjoy her boldness.
Past Keira Devon could see buildings across the street. It appeared they were in the
middle of a city, and probably on the second or thirst floor, the building
across the street looked like an apartment building, and most of the windows
Kneeling on the cushion of her little bench seat Keira was fighting her fear. Emotions
spilled out of her almost too fast for Devon to read, but consistently there was
fear and lust.
“Is that long enough?” she asked, her voice hopeful, but inside she longed to stay,
and be seen.
“A few more moments.” She shuddered. He could see it from where he lay on the bed
and it made him grow hard. Devon felt another man’s body respond to Devon’s
specific arousal and it felt like his own body. There was no separation.
He watched Keira’s head track the movement of something, judging from the speed it
was a pedestrian. From Keira he felt a strong desire to be seen. Devon reached
out to the person on the street and snagged their attention.
The man was drunk, his emotions muddy and hard to read. Nudging him to curiosity
Devon tried to get him to look up at the naked woman in the window. A spike of
fear from Keira and desire from the observer confirmed they had seen each other.
Keira flinched physically and her heart thrilled to be seen, her pussy growing
wetter and warmer.
“Touch yourself.” Devon suggested.
“It’s my turn.” She countered. “I dare you to come over here and touch me.”
The challenge was accepted quickly. Feeling her excitement and nervousness got Devon
even more aroused and he scrambled to get to her. Standing up he noticed,
somewhat pettily, that his own penis was around the same size, if not slightly
larger than this one.
Closing the distance between them he was unsure where to start touching her. For years
Devon had wanted to be able to touch this woman, and now that he could he was
overwhelmed with the opportunity.
Pressing against her from behind he felt the other man’s cock press into her surprisingly
soft buttocks. Still warm in spite of kneeling naked in front of a window at
night, her body pressed back against him. Reaching around Devon cupped her
perfect breasts and felt her breath into his hand filling his palm with her
small firm mounds.
Devon sighed happily, and Keira laughed a deep rich laugh in her throat. Keeping one
hand on her breast he lowered the other along her tight smooth belly, stroking
those famous abdominal muscles.
“Your body is fantastic.” He said thrilled to be feeling it from the outside for the
She reached up a hand and stroked his cheek, reaching behind herself to touch him
Devon was torn. He didn’t want to cement the bond she had with Rupert. It was weak and
apt to end soon given how she had felt earlier, but the joy at being here with
her made him want to share everything with her. Devon wanted to open his conduit
to her and expose his feelings, expose the watcher to her, he wanted to do for
her what he had done for others and help her explore her inner most desires and
give her total euphoria.
Yet if he did that she would feel more love for Rupert and Devon didn’t want that.
There were two solid reasons for not wanting her to fall back in love with Rupert. One
was that she already didn’t love him, and unless Devon were to inhabit rupeert
every so often for who knew how long this love would once more die.
The other more ridiculous reason was that Devon wanted her for himself. It seemed
impossible to him now that they would ever meet in the flesh, but being beside
her now, touching her body with so much intimacy Devon found in Keira a real
potential replacement for Melanie.
Caressing her body, aware of the personoutside on the street watching them, Devon was confused. This felt right, to behere with her, but it was the wrong body, the wrong timing.
Coming from Keira he felt an emotional warmth. Keira was pleased with how things were
going. She was being challenged sexually for the first time and it was awakening
her to new depths of emotion. She wanted this man Rupert more than she had in
months, her body titillated by the game and thrumming with passion.
Still stroking her skin, Devon slipped a finger down into the cleft of her sex,
parting her lips moistening his finger and making her sigh. Then he gently began
to stroke her clitoris feeling her need to be touched along the link between
them. Following her emotional lead he began to tease and please her.
Then he caught himself. He was doing exactly what he didn’t want to do, using his
ability to pleasure her. It was second nature to him now. It was difficult not
to use his power to tap into her needs. It was like trying not to catch a ball
that had been thrown at him.
Instead he cast his mind out to meet that stranger out in the street.
The man out there was enjoying the show very much. He could see fairly well what was
going on up there and he was leaning against a post watching them fondle each
other. Devon felt the man wanted more of a show, he wanted to see her being bad.
“My turn now. Suck my cock so that whoever is out there can see it. “
Even though he was trying not to focus on her, the surge of lust that flowed out of
Keira when he said that was unmistakable. She took his hand from her pussy and
pulled him around so that he was wedged into one side of the window. When knelt
where she guided him she bent over and took his cock in her hand, aiming it at
From below Devon felt the drunk sober up as he witnessed exactly what he had hoped to
see. As Keira kissed the head of Rupert’s cock, Devon shuddered with delight.
Those famous pouty lips kissed all over the head of Rupert’s cock driving Devon
Then with a long look up at him she took his hard-on into her mouth and began to suck
him slowly and sweetly. Taking him in to the back of her throat she hollowed her
cheeks and sucked on him hard. Then she let him slip out as she pulled back.
Teasing him she lavished him with attention and
drove him crazy giving him an amazing blowjob. Every caress, every lick
was a study in sensuousness. Allowing his cock to come out of her mouth she ran
it around her features making love to his member with her entire face, being
sure to give the man on the street a show.
That fellow was now masturbating openly, his cock cool in the night air. Looking for
him with Rupert’s eyes Devon saw the man standing maybe fifteen feet away
leaning on a streetlamp. The light
of the streetlamp was spilling over the three of them, washing them in harsh
blue tinged light, exposing every detail of the encounter going on in the window.
Devon was losing himself in the amazing blow job and was shocked when Keira stopped
and pulled back.
“My turn.” Devon groaned at the cessation of his pleasure and she smiled at him from
between Rupert’s legs. “Don’t pout, you get to do what I did to you, to me.”
Leaning back Keira lay back on the little bench and opened her legs wide exposing that
gorgeous pussy. Needing no more encouragement Devon dove in and began to lap at
her slick opening.
Her juices tasted wonderful and he happily swallowed her flow as he devoured her
steaming folds. Ignoring her needs and what she wanted him to do Devon once more
sent his focus out to the man on the street.
The fellow out there was aroused by the switch, but could see less and was annoyed
by that. Stopping after only a moment of licking he pulled back.
“We aren’t’ giving anyone a proper show. Let me lay on my back and you sit on my
face so the world can see you get eaten. ”Keira frowned, but she lifted a leg
over him so he could lay as he said, his head at the window, his legs falling
out onto the floor.
Lifting herself up over his face she pressed against the glass and dropped her pussy
onto his mouth. As Devon resumed licking her slit he felt the man outside happy
to see much more of the beautiful woman in the window.
Keira was more nervous now, she was more fully exposed than ever before, her body
close to the glass, her breasts occasionally pressed to the chill window pane,
her face well lit and her reputation more vulnerable.
Still she was able to overcome her anxiety and give in to the wonderful oral sex Devon
was providing. He tried to alternate between doing exactly what she wanted with
his mouth, and doing the opposite to keep her from being swept up in a perfect sexual experience. But he could
feel that she was enjoying being on display very much, her exhibitionist desires
finally being met in her everyday life.
When Devon felt her getting close to orgasm he pushed her up and spoke from between
“My turn.’ She groaned and they both laughed at her echoing of his groan from
earlier. “I dare you to let me fuck you standing in this window.”
“Yes!” she said hoarsely. The two of them clambered up into position, her still facing
the window, and Devon entering her from behind.
As he eased Rupert’s cock into her warmth they both sighed passionately, so pleased
to be joined like this. As they began to move with each other her filled by
Rupert, Devon feeling perfectly at home inside Keira he marvelled at his luck.
How was it that he was born with this ability?
Below on the street the drunk man was furiously beating off and approaching his own
orgasm, from what Devon could gather without entering the man’s mind fully and
seeing out his eyes, the drunk could see right between Keira’s legs where she
was being split by Rupert’s cock.
Devon began to fuck in time to the other man’s passion and he felt the return of his
own orgasm beginning once more. Keira felt it was too soon to be going this
fast, she wanted the exposure to linger, but Devon purposefully ignored her
desire and began to fuck harder and more insistently.
From the street Devon felt the man lose his control and tip over the edge of his
climax. Devon nudged Keira who had not yet actually seen the man masturbating.
Taking her focus over to their watcher she saw the man jacking himself and they
could both hear him groan out his passion as he came.
Immediately Keira started to buck against Devon, suddenly much more aggressive in her desire
to get off. They fucked widely humping back and forth in the window now putting
on a more obvious show for their audience.
Devon felt the man grow peaceful with the aftermath of his climax, and then the fellow
felt a strange exaltation. He had an idea that he really liked, but Devon was
too distracted by fucking Keira Knightley to investigate it.
Devon was on the verge of climax and he wanted to get there before Keira, he actually
hoped she wouldn’t orgasm tonight. Devon reached for her passion and held it to
himself adding her lust to his own, but not feeding it back to her, the flow
going only one way.
This increased his passion dramatically and he felt his orgasm beginning.
“Swallow my cum for our audience.” He demanded, his voice harsh and loud in the quiet
Keira wanted to resist, but she had forgotten where they were in the game, whose turn
it was, so when he pulled out and began to turn her around she dropped
obediently to her knees and swallowed his sticky cock.
Devon took a step and turned them both so that the man down below would get a full view of her
on her knees sucking Rupert’s cock.
When his cum started to spill out into her frantically sucking mouth Devon pulled
back and began to spray jism over Keira’s beautiful but shocked face. He felt
anger and shame fire down tehe link between them. She hated having cum shot on
her face. She found it degrading, but she took it because she was trapped in the
window and highly aroused by being seen.
The man down below was overjoyed to see her thus abused, and Devon used the man’s
thrill, and his own kinkiness to enjoy drizzling Keira with spunk.
Then when he was done he pulled Rupert out from where Devon had sent him and allowed
himself to fade back. Listening in he heard Keira say, “What the fuck, Rupert?”
“What? What is happening?”
Keira ran away to the bathroom and began to wash sperm from her face. Rupert looked
out the window and shouted“Holy fuck!” and closed the curtains and went after Keira.
They began to argue and Devon let himself go back to his own body. He was ashamed of
causing a rift so manipulatively, but it was what she wanted in the end, so he
wouldn’t beat himself up over it.
Sitting in bed at home he found once more he was sticky with his own cum, having felt an
orgasm in this body as well. Getting up he went to the shower and imagined
himself with Keira once more.
One weekend after rehearsal Devon went out with a couple guys from the show and had some drinks. They were having a great time laughing and sharing stories when they all fell silent. A gorgeous woman a couple years older than them sauntered past their table and looked at them like they were scum not worthy to be in her presence.
"Oh my God! What a colossal bitch" Ryan said. Ryan played Devon's dad in the show, but was actually a few months younger.
"Sure, but man was she fucking hot!" Thomas strained out as if in actual pain.
"That was the kind of woman you hate fuck." Ryan stated as if this were a law of some sort.
"What?" Devon said, trying to hint with his tone that this sounded like a shitty concept.
"Dude, don't you know what a hate fuck is?"
"Sounds a bit like a hate crime to me."
"Naw. It's when, and if, you ever get to fuck a person you really don't like you give it to them really mean and dirty. You both get animalistic and aggressive and really cut loose."
"So it happens to you all the time then?" Thomas said.
"I doubt it happens to anyone outside of the movies." Ryan managed to sound wistful. “There have been some real bitches in my life that I would love to hate fuck. It isn't like rape at all. It is totally mutual. Just raunchy nasty sex."
"Well a girl like that one, with so much attitude, she could probably handle it." Thomas said.
"You think she would go hard?" Ryan asked?
"Well she doesn't look like she is into hugs and kisses."
The boys were looking at her across the bar. She was standing with some friends and they all were laughing cruelly at people dancing near-by.
Devon loved the way she looked, classy, sexy, and fit, but she had a real ugliness to her spirit that's shone through.
On a whim he sent a probe out to her to sense what she was feeling. Inside this woman was cold, distant and lonely. The emotions radiating out of her heart were dark and tight, she was in rigid control, and distinctly unhappy.
A feeling of pity enveloped Devon. This girl was trapped in some prison of her own making. As she perused the people around her she continually felt utter contempt for them. She needed something to shake her up.
As he was rifling through her emotions Devon found himself the focus of her gaze. She must have sensed some connection to him. Sending out a thin thread of compassion to her he saw on her face a look of disgust as she discovered the three men looking at her and her friends.
Inside she felt revulsion as she looked over at them, and Devon felt a surge of anger toward her. Looking at his friends he saw only nice looking, kind men looking around for any potential love and connection they could find. Each of them was handsome in their own way, and Devon himself felt he was of above average looks. Why did this woman see scum when she looked at them.
Making a decision to offer her something different Devon opened a larger conduit to her and sent her a feeling of lust. Using his own desire for her body Devon made her want them. Joining his friends in the link, he created a loop of passion between all four of them, all focused on her as the centre.
Seeing a softening of her features he smiled back at her and she grinned at him.
She turned to the bar and ordered something from the bartender. As the guys around his table moved on to talking about another woman and her potential as a dance partner the snotty bitch walked up with four shooters.
"Hey guys. You want a drink?"
"Thanks that is really nice. Thanks" Devon said, indicating to the other men that things were okay. He shared his confidence with the guys using his power, and as each of them grinned and reached for a drink he saw their shoulders relax.
Each of them thanked her and shot the drink, slamming the empties on the table after.
"Have a seat."Devon offered.
"What's your name?" Ryan asked.
“Robyn" She said as she slid in next to Devon, her movements supple and precise. She was tanned and had dark black hair. Her brown eyes were made up smoky and dark, giving her a sexy mysterious quality. Her tight athletic body was sheathed in a little black dress that made her sculpted body look like a million bucks. Many men in the room looked ready to kill the boys now that she had sat with them.
Sending a mélange of feelings thought the group Devon gave everyone a feeling of confidence, and safety, and a constant flow of lust, ramping up the sexual quality of the encounter.
Robyn was studying law, and came from out east. She felt truly happy to Devon to be having such a fun conversation with the boys, Devon's attentive emotional nudges keeping her from judging them or herself as the conversation grew more intimate.
Within moments of her sitting down the four of them were discussing sex, and their beliefs in promiscuity.
"People are too concerned with propriety now-a-days." Devon opined. “It seems to me that after the sexual revolution opened doors, the religious right's fearful reaction to that openness has slammed the door shut again."
"I get that." Robyn said. “Things were pretty free in the sixties and seventies. But now..." Devon could still read a hesitation in her. She had a secret she felt guilty about.
"Yeah. I mean what if we all wanted the same thing to happen? Would it be so wrong if we all wanted to get together, with whomever?" Ryan asked.
"I've had a threesome." Devon offered. “And I have some friends who have a three way love affair going. All of them equal partners."
"Really?" Robyn asked. Her curiosity grew pronounced, but her guilty secret loomed large.
"Believe it." Thomas said. "Devon gets anyone he wants. He is totally lucky."
"Is that right?" Robyn asked with a devilish grin. A blossom of hope grew in her heart.
"Totally." Ryan stated.
"But anyone can do it if they are willing to ask. Just reach out for what you want. Don't be afraid. People sense fear and question your intentions." Devon said, nudging her with acceptance. Devon was reading a surge of desire in her, and a flare of bravery.
"Well in that spirit I want to ask you boys for what I want, okay."
"Shoot." Thomas said, his manner more focused and confident than Devon had ever seen it.
"I've never felt this way before, I'm usually much more... Reserved, but I want you all to come home with me tonight." Her secret grew huge, her fear of it stupendous, but the moment the words were out of her mouth the fear turned to passion and she continued. “I want you to use me as your fuck toy tonight!” Near-by heads turned as her voice rose with her excitement. Devon blanketed his table in lust and confidence not wanting to lose this incredible moment. Robyn had admitted out loud and to herself for the first time her desire to be a submissive lover, something she clearly viewed as shameful.
"All of us?" Ryan asked, grinning. His eagerness his own.
"Very much.” Her nervous energy was being converted to lust even as Devon reached inside to aid her change. She was feeling happy to have made this choice. “Are you guys game?" Her fear of rejection couldn’t find a foothold in the emotional landscape Devon was creating for her.
By way of answering Ryan stood up, followed immediately by Thomas.
Robyn smiled and slid out of the booth freeing Devon to make his way out as well.
"Let's take my van." Thomas offered.
On the way out the door Robyn took both Devon and Ryan's hands leaning her beautiful body against Devon. Warm waves of desire and eagerness to submit to the three of them suffused her spirit.
Sending a stream of emotions one on top of the other Devon massage the group into feeling confident, safe, comfortable and most especially passionate. He felt them accepting all of that, and under his emotional blanket he could feel each of them marveling at their own behavior, but no-one was resisting him at all. They seemed genuinely excited by the erotic potential of this experience.
In the van, after Robyn had told Thomas her address, she began to kiss Devon. Everyone but Thomas was in the back on the bench seat. Robyn sat in the middle, and as she kissed Devon she reached out and began to stoke Ryan's growing erection through his pants.
As they drove the two miles to her place Robyn made out with each of the men in the back seat, and before long her dress and been pulled down exposing her wonderful breasts. With hands and mouths the two men drove her wild kissing and nibbling her pert tits and kissing her succulent mouth.
Devon enjoyed her submissiveness and opened her more and more to her new found pleasure. Finding a hidden reservoir of exhibitionism in her heart Devon fanned the burgeoning flame and Robyn grew impassioned by her nudity in public.
When they got to her apartment she didn't even cover herself as they all piled out of the van and made their way to her door. Thomas joined in the groping as they stumbled through her lobby, her dress down over her waist, and pulled up to her hips exposing her black lacy panties.
In the elevator three mouths kissed her, six hands gripped her and Robyn moaned her desire, her breath ragged and stressed with the extremity of her lust.
At last they spilled into her apartment. Without even turning on the lights the four of them fell to the floor and pulled every last article of clothing off of her revealing just how well put together she really was.
Looking like a swimsuit model Robyn surpassed all of their expectations. Her smooth bald sex was moist and pungent, the lips parted and slick. Her skin was smooth and flawlessly tanned. No lines anywhere.
Devon parted her toned legs and leaned down over her pussy. He began to lick her slit and she sighed loudly around Thomas' tongue as they kissed sloppily. Ryan meanwhile was kneading and licking her breasts, while she writhed on the floor, passionate under all their ministrations.
Devon could feel something growing in her mind, some emotion it was hard to name. It was strong and related to lust, but before he could put a name to it she spoke.
"I have a camera in my closet. I need to record this. I will hate myself if we can't document this whole thing."
The men smiled at each other and let her up. Scrambling, naked, through the apartment Robyn began to gather what she wanted. The men turned on the lights and looked around. Her apartment was tidy and very nicely put together. She had a more bohemian taste than what Devon would have thought given her attitude before.
Robyn set up the camera on a tripod at the foot of her bed. She had a large queen sized bed, with a nice wooden headboard, and a lovely soft duvet. The room was well lit and comfy looking. Cozy, as if she spent a lot of time here.
Devon assessed the emotions of everyone there. Robyn was thrilled to be able to indulge this secret perversion of hers; Devon didn't need to assist her at all. Thomas was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea, so Devon opened a conduit from Robyn to Thomas and felt Thomas' worries evaporate.
Ryan was just brimming with joy. There was no need to aid him in feeling good about things.
Which left Devon himself. He felt slightly guilty about his manipulation, but he realized he was helping Robyn fulfill one of her most secret fantasies, and discover her true nature as a sexual being. That ameliorated his guilt.
Robyn was ready to film and she drew the men close.
"I have always wanted to do this. If you guys can handle it, I want to really go for it."
"What does that mean, exactly." Ryan asked, barely checked glee radiating out of him.
"Just... Use me! I want to be a sex slave for you. I'll do anything. I just need to be taken, used, and... I don't know... Defiled!" Her eyes gleamed with wicked intensity. “I am all yours. Do whatever you want."
Even Devon was surprised with her passion for this. Searching her feelings he found a woman who had thrown off some inner constraints and was now in the throes of total abandon. Years of repressing this desire, feeling that a modern woman should not be a submissive person, she final was allowing herself to love this side of her nature.
Not worried about Robyn's safety, both because he knew his finds, and because he could easily monitor all that happened, Devon allowed his friends to feel Robyn’s lust to be a helpless vessel for whatever they could imagine sexually.
Pressing record on her digital camera Robyn moved to the bed. The sexual tension elevated and Devon went to her and began to kiss her. Immediately the other men joined them. As Devon kissed her mouth he groped her chest. Reading her desires he mauled her breasts aggressively.
Ryan approached her from behind and began to knead her buttocks, prying open her cheeks and lewdly displaying her ass. Thomas dropped down onto the bed and maneuvered himself in between her legs and began to lick her sopping pussy.
Robyn was beside herself with joy as so much happened to her body to bring her pleasure. Devon could feel her vibrating with lust. Lowering his mouth to her breasts he licked and bit her nipples making her moan.
Thomas pried open her slot and pierced her with a finger. Robyn's breathe caught, and then as he began to slide his digit in and out of her slippery snatch she pulsed her hips to meet him and sighed.
Ryan kissed the back of her neck, and through their connection Devon felt him insert a finger her ass. She blushed, and humiliation bloomed in her mind, which increased her lust.
Devon could also feel her need for something in her mouth. She wand to be used orally. Happy to oblige he stood up, opened his pants right in front of her face, and as he revealed his cock she whimpered with desire.
Shoving into her mouth forcefully he began to fuck her face, giving her no time to accommodate his girth. Pushing himself deeply into her face he fucked her throat aggressively and she radiated her relief at having a cock shoved into her at last.
Ryan felt jealous, and began to strip off his clothes, his intent to fuck her ass. Devon looked into her and found her body eager to have someone else fill her, anywhere.
Dampening the men's revulsion at touching each other or having a cock near them, he made it much easier for all of them to accept the close proximity of each other while having sex.
As Robyn drooled down her own chin with the violence of Devon's fucking, she sighed around his hardness as Ryan pressed his cockhead into her sphincter. She grew nervous, and wished she had lube, so Devon told Ryan.
"Dude get yourself wet with her juices."
Thomas moved and began to strip while Ryan worked his prick into her cunt from behind. Once more Robyn grew ecstatic when her steaming hole was suddenly filling with cock. Ryan worked himself deeply into her fucking aggressively.
Then Thomas was there beside Devon, his prick aimed at Robyn's mouth. She began to switch back and forth between the two proffered hard-ons, stroking one while sucking the other. Meanwhile Ryan held her hips and powered into her pussy, making her whole body shake with the driving rhythm. Looking down at her face Devon was amazed that a woman this commanding secretly wanted to be used so degradingly, but he could feel how much she was loving this, and her face was a mask of uninhibited passion as she gobbled Thomas’s cock like the last meal she would get.
Sensing her desires Devon began to orchestrate the next bit.
“Okay hold on guys. Thomas lay down. Robyn get on top.” They both did as they were told. Robyn inserting Thomas’s boner into her drooling slot. “Now Ryan put it in her ass.” He aimed it at her tight ring and worked himself inside while she gasped out her joy. Devon was sure to link all of them as the woman had her first orgasm of the night, impaled by two cocks. Bucking and heaving she writhed in ecstasy while Ryan forced his way into her tiny asshole.
The men all moaned along with her orgasm, nearly shooting themselves just from the power of the contact Devon had created. Then Ryan was all the way inside her, and began to move in and out. As he pulled out Thomas was able to move and the two men alternated stokes driving Robyn crazy, her feelings a mess of pleasure, humiliation, lust and acceptance.
As she came down from the chemical high her body had created Devon pushed his prick past her lips and gave her more to feel.
Her tongue feebly licked him as he used her mouth as a masturbatory tool. He allowed her to feel his sense of power through a thin special link he created with the part of her that desired to be demeaned.
Looking up at him with her beautiful brown eyes she pleaded with him to hit her, so Devon slapped her face while his cock was filling her throat.
Once more Robyn began to climax, her body convulsing from head to toe. The men held still while she went into spasms of lust, her movements more than enough to stimulate them. Her climax went on and on, her pleasure at being used roughly driving her beyond control.
When she stopped moving as much the men all began to fuck her some more, and this sent her off on another climax, this one more manageable and the men proceeded to use her holes to please themselves. Devon listened closely to her heart and when she felt she needed to be punished for her whorish behavior he would slap her once more.
Using his special ability he kept her on the brink of orgasm for minutes at a time, but stopped giving her what she needed to go over. When he felt her emotions swamped by pleasure he would tell everyone to stop, and made them hold still until she grew frustrated, and then he would tell them to start again. Over and over he did this until she began to look up at him once more pleading, with her mouth full of his manhood.
“Do you deserve to cum you whore?” He asked her levelly. She shivered with desire at being called whore out loud.
She shook her head no, around his moving meat.
“Speak. Tell me the answer.”
“Oh ‘er.” She articulated around the knob of his cock.
“That’s right. No more cumming for you until we cum.” She closed her eyes with bliss when he said that. “And where should we cum? Where do you deserve our jizz?”
“Oh ‘ere. I o’nt ‘eser’e ih.”
“No you don’t deserve it. But even fucking a worthless piece of shit like you can make real men cum, so it will have to be on your dirty snotty face, won’t it.”
“Eesss.” She enthused.
“We saw your face the first time you looked at us. You distained us, so we will stain you.”
“Eeeeessss!” she begged around his thrusting pole.
“Whenever you are ready gentlemen let us wash the dirty looks right off her face.”
With those words Robyn began to shudder once more, her climax raging along her nerves.
“Pull out guys and let’s bathe her.”
The men all disengaged with Robyn, and she felt lonely and sad to lose her grip on all that manhood. But she buoyed right up when told to squat on the bed with her mouth open. The three men all began to jack off over her upturned face, her tongue wagging in and out encouraging them to spray her down.
Ryan went off first spurting his seed down over her. As the first drops hit her skin Robyn began to cum, and Devon sent the others the full effect of her emotional outpouring. Ryan splashed even more spunk over her face, covering her, while Thomas and Devon joined him, all of them feeling the intensity of Robyn’s pleasure.
Losing herself in a flood of endorphins Robyn began to gush fluid out of her pussy, a drenching rain of girl cum as her fingers dug into her slit rubbing frantically as a rain of jism covered her face and chest.
Devon could feel the surprise all of them felt at the intensity of their orgasms. Not a one of them had ever cum so hard, long, or so much. A mess of sperm left tendrils of sticky goo all down Robyn like the marks of a mad painter. Robyn juddered and twitched as her body reveled in the humiliating debasement.
At last the men could take no more and each fell to the bed in various positions of satisfaction, the mood shifting to one of relief, and satisfaction. Robyn crawled wearily over them and licked each of their cocks clean of the stain of her. A sense of immense gratification poured out of her, passed along by Devon.
The group curled around her holding her sticky body to their own sweaty selves, and acceptance bloomed as she settled into the idea that she was a submissive woman. Finally she was able to see that she didn’t hate anyone but herself, and that that was no longer necessary.
Devon found himself turning again and again to the Internet to look at the pictures of him as Keira Knightley. Seeing her nudity was arousing in and of itself, but knowing that in an odd way it was him as well, that he had been in control of her at that time was very intoxicating. It tickled an unusual mix of exhibitionist and domination in him that was thrilling.
More than a few times he would find himself so aroused just looking at the pictures that he would have to masturbate, his member straining with eager lust. The concept of her being such an intimate plaything for him was so exciting.
At these times he would reach for her mentally and often allow his lust to spill into her in small amounts. On some occasions she was busy doing something that held her focus and he could not really make a connection, but on others she was open and accepted his passion as her own. Huge distances apart the two people would share a period of synchronized erotic connection.
Devon found her shopping and would let her sense of fun, and hope for a good find be replaced by his lust, distracting her from shopping while he jacked off to her images and the warm glow of being mentally connected to her.
Another time she was meeting with someone and was quite bored. Devon was stroking himself and filled her mind with erotic emotions and she began to squirm in her seat so much that the person she was with asked if she was alright.
Devon withdrew before he could embarrass her again.
One wonderful encounter as Devon sat in front of his computer in Canada Keira was at home in bed, alone. His arousal seeped into her gently and he felt a strong return of her own desire. Along his link with her Devon felt a powerful surge of lust. The sexual potency was profound. Widening his aperture Devon eased further into her consciousness and could tell that she was engaging in some sexual activity of her own.
With his hand moving up and down his shaft Devon opened a wider connection with her and allowed his desire to mingle with hers. Thus concealed Devon was free to snoop around as the young woman was distracted by a rebounding passion she couldn't know the source of.
Then Devon was able to peek out her eyes and see that Ms. Knightley was masturbating as well. The actress was laying in a big bed alone, she wore a gold satin negligee, the smooth material registering to his senses through the link. She had the covers pooled around her thighs, and the negligee pulled up to her belly leaving her free to slide her fingers along the slippery groove of her sex. Warm and drowsy she was not all that focused on getting off, she was just dreamily playing with her pussy, her mind going in many directions at once.
Devon began to focus her mind on the tingle in her clit. As she started to breath more heavily, and stroke herself with more passion Devon let his own sudden spike in arousal loop between them getting the two of them more, and more excited.
Feeling her body overlaid upon his own Devon and Keira pleasure themselves in conjunction. His hand ran up down his pole and her fingers prodding into her slippery opening. Easing himself into her mind Devon allowed more of her physical desire to take precedence over his own. Keeping a feedback loop of arousal building between them Devon delved deeper into her mind and felt more and more of what she felt.
Experiencing her soft body once more, the light frame, the soft skin, the delicate fingers and the increased sensitivity was wonderful. Without taking control Devon went along for the ride the young woman took, relishing the rise of passion and the terrific sensations her body experienced.
Dimly aware of his own physicality Devon was still stroking his cock while Keira slid fingers in and out of her slit and fingered her tender clit. The feeling of having two sex organs being fondled at once was driving Devon wild, and he allowed Keira to feel a similar excitement. Keeping the pressure on he ramped up their pleasure, giving her more and more of his own lust and the rush of excitement at what was going on. Stoking the fire of passion he brought the two of them closer and closer to climax, the tingle of their bodies a storm of delectable delight. As Devon felt his body tense with the sudden need to release, he felt her approaching orgasm as well, promising to be as intense as his double one.
The hand she was using to penetrate herself rose up and began to grip her sensitive breasts, pulling on the nipples through the flimsy sleepwear. The hand on her clitoris grew frantic, rapidly rubbing the small button lightly causing a thrilling burning sensation in the bundle of nerves.
Keira's breathing grew labored and her whole body began to shake as her climax arrived. Arching her back and rising up off the bed she sighed a soft mew of release as an explosion flooded both their awareness. Devon let his orgasm gush forth wetly over his hand as he pumped himself at his computer and Keira felt shocked by the odd sensation of ejaculating. Meanwhile her shuddering electric explosion made him tremble with a deeper all over climax.
Sharing two modes of release the two distant orgasms mingled over each other in two minds. Keira was pleasantly surprised at her climax and it spurred her on to multiple rapid orgasms, while Devon felt an unusually prolonged climax in his own body.
Finally exhausted he had to withdraw, his body too sensitive to endure more. Sad to leave her behind Devon left Keira as gently as he was able while his body shook with desire spent.
Sitting slumped at his desk his cock in hand, his cum dripping down his hand and shaft Devon marveled at the feeling in his body. Even now after leaving her Devon could feel the after effects of Keira's orgasm in his own muscles. Not only had he felt what she felt in his mind, but now it was in his body. This was a deeper connection than he had yet felt with anyone. Even with Melanie he had never shared such a deep link. At that time he didn't know he could enter someone so fully. This discovery was exhilarating. Devon sat at his desk, his seed drying in his lap while he felt the echo of Keira's passion slip away.
Sad at the lonely quality of his body once she left, Devon still smiled happily for having felt her presence at all.
He knew he was going to have to try this again with someone else. Yet the specific passion that Keira felt was addictive. He loved being inside her body.
Each night after rehearsal for Equus Danielle and Devon would go back to his dorm and engage in some new inspired way of having sex. More and more she wanted to explore submission; being told what to do by Devon, and forced to push her limits.
Not being all that familiar with this world Devon just used his power to observe her needs in the moment as closely as he could. Out loud she said, “I want you to dominate me. I want you to tell me what to do.” Inside she felt strong arousal when he ordered her to perform some task or another, and when he held her down.
Devon started doing things like telling her to not wear underwear to rehearsal so that he could finger her whenever he wanted. As often as he could Devon would slip a finger into her pants, or up her skirt and probe her usually slick opening. The constant link between them meant that rarely if ever was she not aware of him or horny for him, he made sure of that.
Devon discovered that risky sex was a favorite of hers. She liked being told to do things in dangerous settings abdicating control to him, allowing herself to do filthy things she wouldn’t dare otherwise.
One of her favorites was to blow him in public, so at any random time he could he would find her, take her from what she was doing and order her to service him.
When he wanted her in the middle of the day he would open a conduit to her, find out where she was, and began making her hot for him. Then he would go where she was and have sex with her.
On one such occasion she was sitting in the library in a private study desk looking at some history books for class and he walked up to her, feeling her surprise and joy at his unexpected arrival.
“Now.” He stated matter-of-factly. This was the signal that they were going to play a sex game. She looked afraid, but Devon could feel her thrill inside at being ambushed like this.
“Yes. Now.” She replied, giving her permission to be used.
“Suck my cock.” He whispered.
Inside she felt a thrill to hear him speak to her like that. Immediately she reached for his zipper, not even looking around trusting him to look out for them both. Devon leaned in close so that no-one near-by could see what she was doing, and he opened a connection with everyone around them, seeking people whose attention might be on them. He left that net open to make sure she and he weren’t caught.
Then he allowed his lust and Dani’s to mingle as she pulled his semi-hard cock from his pants. Opening her mouth she swallowed his length and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft making him shiver with pleasure. Devon stood still as she moved her mouth over him, making him hard and getting him wet with her drool.
Danielle suckled him sensually, going slow and being sure to please. Devon sent subtle signals to guide what he wanted from her, and occasionally he would verbally order her to do this or that just to keep her slave side engaged.
“Just lick the tip.”
“Suck my balls.”
“Rub my cock on your face.”
Each time he gave an order Danielle grew more aroused. As he groped around her mind for the moments she felt most horny he was better able to do what pleased her. And as he linked himself with what pleased her he grew more aroused. A perfect union, both of them thrilled by the encounter.
Sooner than either of them would like he began to spurt his seed into her mouth, filling her face with his spunk. Gripping the wall of the cubicle with one hand he snagged his other hand in her loose hair and pulled, making her moan loudly.
Devon felt waves of curiosity coming from many people around them, but he was too distracted with his orgasm to make them disinterested. In actuality his release was echoing down the open link with everyone and from a few places in the vicinity he could feel satisfied studiers enjoying his climax with him.
When his cock grew too sensitive for Dani’s mouth he pulled out and told her to put him away. The feeling he was getting from her was a proud frustration, she seemed pleased to have made him cum, and loved that he was not going to give her an orgasm in return. Her body was frustrated and her mind grateful.
Devon leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and whispered how pleased he was with her, and her delight was written on her face as well as beaming to him from her heart.
As he left he nudged the rest of the people back into a focused study mode and heads stopped peering around cubicles looking for the source of their sudden arousal.
Over the next little while, even as rehearsals grew more intense, Dani and Devon spoke in his room about what their new games could and should entail.
“I love it when you tell me what to do. It thrills me when you speak to me masterfully. Could you be more demanding?”
“Of course. But what about physically. You really liked it when I spanked you before, is that a thing you’d like?”
“Oh god yes!! I loved it. I like the idea of being punished for making a mistake.”
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, I get it. So that means we need more rules.” He had a wide open link into her head as they spoke, the words were just a way of formalizing what he was reading of her feelings. And she was excited by this conversation, but frustrated that he was letting her have so much input. “From now on you will call me Master. Always.” She felt elated by that restraint. “In public you will call me Mister so people don’t have to be uncomfortable. Any mistakes will be punished.” Her body flushed just thinking about it. “I will call you whatever I want, but in public if I call you Miss then you must obey me. That is your cue that I am in the role of your Master and you are to behave as my slave.” He felt her passion growing with these formalities and restrictions.
“Also I must have a sign of my domination over you. I require you to buy a collar, a ribbon or something that goes around your neck and that is a constant symbol of your submission.” Danielle was squirming visibly in her seat as he spoke and he could feel her amazement at how well he was reading her needs. “On my end I am going to buy some toys to punish you with, because you are going to be very bad and need to be taught lessons.”
“Yes I am… Devon.” She wanted to be punished right now.
“What did you call me?”
“I meant Master.”
“If you meant it, you should have called me that you slut.” He read her desires and with some effort converted them into the opposite inside himself. As she felt fear and anticipation he had to feel anger and domination. “Take off your clothes. Slowly.”
Dani stood up from where she had been sitting on his floor leaning against the bed. Devon went and sat at his desk facing the centre of the room.
Starting with her shirt Danielle pulled it over her head and revealed her black bra. She began to unclasp that, but Devon stopped her. “No. The jeans first.” He saw her smile with her pleasure at being ordered. “Wipe that smile off your face.” She did so immediately, fear in her heart at his sternness, and lust growing in her body.
Carefully she undid the zipper on her jeans and pulled them down over her hips showing him her bare pussy.
“From now on you will not wear bras either. I don’t like the anything in between you and my hand, but a shirt is enough. Throw that out the window. Now.”
Danielle quickly took it off and opened the window. Lingering in the opening she threw her bra out and gave anyone passing a view of her naked body.
“Are you showing off? You think anyone out there would want to see a slut like you?”
“No you aren’t showing off, or no they don’t want to see you?”
“I was showing off, and no they don’t want to see me, Master.”
“I will decide when you are seen, and when you are not. Now stand there.”
Devon sent out a feeler to find anyone looking at Dani and there was someone out there, he could tell by the shock and desire.
“Do you see anyone?”
She leaned out and gazed far into the night. Devon felt the observer, it was a man he was sure, surge with guilt thinking she had seen him watching. Momentarily at a loss as to what to do Devon looked around his room and spotted his housecoat. He stood and removed the tie from the waist. Taking it to Dani he pulled her arms over her head and reached up and secured her to the curtain rod.
“This isn’t a strong brace, so don’t pull too hard. This bondage is merely symbolic.”
Both Dani and the watcher felt hot lust now that she was so wantonly displayed. Flicking her hard nipple with his fingers Devon teased her.
“I’m not going to give you what you want you horny little whore. You haven’t earned it yet.” Dani felt joy at being denied sexual gratification. She loved it when she had to wait to get off, trusting that eventually she would.
Devon went to his desk and unplugged his lamp. Returning to Dani he plugged it in by the window and aimed its light at her displayed body. As the light revealed her body to the open commons in detail he felt his watcher get very aroused.
Dani feared this new exposure, and it made her as horny as Devon had ever felt her. “Now you see the price of your mistakes?”
“Yes Master. I will do better from now on.”
“You had best. Spread you legs.”
She did so immediately, her pussy glistening in the light of the lamp. Not clear where the watcher was Devon couldn’t be sure the man could see her bald pussy from where he was so Devon helped.
“Put your knee up on the windowsill.” When Dani complied she spread herself very wide and exposed her slit to the night. The surge of excitement from the watcher told him that had worked.
Danielle’s body was trembling in spite of the heat in the stuffy room and she thrummed with lust. Devon took his belt off, snapping the leather strap as he folded it behind her. Dani flinched and whimpered fearfully. She was terrified and inflamed.
Devon stroked the leather strap across her back and buttocks and Dani arched out to meet his belt. Running the leather along her skin he traced lines along the inside of her thighs and up to her slit, prying open her lips with the belt making her shudder with pleasure. Continuing on he stroked her belly and then up to her breasts, lightly tapping the belt on her nipples making her crazy with longing.
Devon stepped away letting the belt trail off of her shoulder. He felt the mingled disappointment of both his slave and the watcher. Then without warning he slapped the bet across her ass firmly. Danielle cried out more from shock and the release of tension than pain and both his links surged with elation.
Dani didn’t feel much pain at all, her body instantly transferred the sensation to pleasure. Devon slapped her once more across the buttocks, red marks beginning to glow on the pale skin. Three more times he quickly slapped her making her body quake with lust and pain. The watcher suddenly focused intensely, and pleasure suffused his mind. Devon suspected he was now masturbating.
As he randomly whipped Dani Devon undid his pants and pulled out his raging hard on. Moving in closer he slapped Dani’s breasts with the belt and she shook so hard she pulled her hands down tightening the bonds and risking pulling the curtain rod down.
Smacking her tits some more, getting faster and faster, but no harder Devon punished Dani while he positioned himself so to enter her from behind. When he could no longer stand the tension, and everyone’s mounting passion, Devon dropped the belt and spread her pussy. Before she could prepare herself Devon speared her with his cock, plunging into her liquid depths as deep as he could.
Devon slammed into Dani again, her knee on the sill the only thing keeping her from falling over.
Allowing Dani to feel a hint of the watcher, letting her think that maybe there was someone watching, thus thrilling her more, he linked all their pleasures and drove them to higher and higher bliss.
It took no time at all before Dani was on the brink of climax. As he gave her more and more access to both his and the watchers mounting lust Devon spoke right into her ear. “You mustn’t cum before your Master little slave.”
Dani hunched over hard with the effort it took not to cum just from being called slave at that moment. Taking her passion and trying to hide from it she writhed internally and externally. Devon held her hips and powered into her pussy and blanketed her mind with the pleasure the two men were getting using her so vilely.
Devon was so lost in his own gratification now that he wasn’t sure he could time it so that everyone came at the same time. Soon he would lose himself in this comingled delight.
As a last effort to control himself he reached up and untied Dani’s wrists.
“On your knees slut.” He gritted. As Dani fell to the floor she began to climax against his orders, but as soon as she pressed her lips to his cock so did he. As she swallowed him he spurted his delight over her tongue and they surged beyond conscious thought and existed only in joy. Dimly as his climax began to subside Devon felt the other man also reach his orgasm and that spurred both Devon and Dani into another explosion.
Devon fell to his knees as his body finally gave out, and he hugged Dani to his chest, her body shuddering with still more exquisite torment. For long moments she was unable to do anything other than quiver in his arms and then at last she sighed and became herself once more.
“Oh god Master, that was amazing! Thank you.”
“You are wonderful Dani. Thank you.”
Closing the curtains Devon tucked her into his bed and turned off the light. They slept peacefully together all night, secure in their new roles.
As Devon went about his routine, school, hanging out with friends, dating and soon rehearsing for another play, a drama named Equus, at the back of his mind he would periodically sneak into Keira’s mind to see what she was doing. He was with her as she learned lines, which he found fascinating as a fellow actor. He was there when she was on the red carpet at an opening of a movie, and that was very surreal. He could hear people asking her questions about the photographs and he listened to her discus how fond she was of being naked, and that she felt it was both a violation that the parasitic paparazzi had been snooping around her private moments, and that it was ridiculous for people to be so worked up about nudity. She had been nude in many movies and it didn’t’ cause a stir, but because she was caught in a moment of privacy it seemed to garner much more attention.
Her attitude made the whole thing seem like some silly misunderstanding almost beneath her notice. If it wasn’t for his link with her he would never have been able to tell that in actual fact she was very disturbed, and embarrassed by the whole affair. He could feel the confusion about the way she had been wandering around naked. She had no memory of it, and that worried her. There was anger in there too, but he didn’t know where it was directed.
Devon thought it best to leave his favorite actress alone for a while.
The new play he was working on was a great script, with lots of very challenging scenes for him to perform, including a nude scene where he attempted to make love to a girl and failed. His character Alan was a tortured young man, and it was really fun to explore the mental state of the boy.
Once more Danielle was cast opposite him, and on the first day of rehearsals he felt the old desire between them. She was sending him waves of passion, and lust, and he leaked his own desire right back to her, letting more and more accrete as the night went on.
By the time the rehearsal was over the two of them were panting to be together. Devon took her back to his dorm once more and as soon as the door was closed he pushed her against the wood and began to kiss her deeply.
Almost before he could believe it the two of them were naked and stumbling over to his bed, their tongues entwined in a serpentine dance. Throwing her down on her back Devon pounced on Dani and began to suck on her rigid nipples, making her moan happily. Nibbling, suckling, and kissing her breasts all over Devon linked the two of them in a dance of consciousness, trading the ever increasing spiral of their lust back and forth between their minds.
The thrill of exposing Keira to the world made him want to taste that again, so he sent the feeling of wanting eyes on her body to Dani, urging her to be an exhibitionist. Driving into her body with his cock he pummeled her with the desire to be seen as well. Suddenly she stopped him.
“I want to fuck in the window. Is that weird?”
“No! We are going to do a nude scene in the show. I think it is natural to be feeling the desire to be exposed together. Let’s do it.”
They scrambled to the window and opened the curtains and stood in the view of anyone passing below the dorm. Devon turned her to face the glass and bent her forward. Pressing his cock into her slickness he began to fuck her again pressing her against the glass.
Setting up a cycle of reciprocation he felt her thrill at being exposed, and he drove her to love it more than anything. They fucked like that for a while until finally a group of three students stopped and looked up at them.
Immediately Dani began to cum, her lust heightened by this exposure. Allowing her pleasure to bring his own on he sent her the desire to taste his cum in front of witnesses. As her climax peaked she hissed, “I want you to cum in my mouth.” When she finished cumming he told her he was cumming.
In the quad below one of the guys held up a phone and filmed them as she dropped to her knees and took his dick into her mouth.
She worked him over passionately and almost immediately he began to spurt his jism into her mouth. His orgasm flowed along the conduit and filled her body with his passion and she began to cum in sympathetic union.
The lovers were lost in their bliss for a few moments, and when at last, his climax subsided they were panting laying on the floor spent.
“I missed you.” She said.
“I apologize for not being around lately.”
“It’s fine. I needed space too. I’ve been really up and down. Doing this show will really help. And, I don’t know what you are looking for, but I’d like to do this again. I don’t think I have much to give emotionally, but this makes me feel human again being with you. “
“Yeah, I think that is cool. I feel a strong love for you, but it isn’t like a relationship love, somehow. I can’t really explain it, but I want you to be happy.”
“I want that for you too. But yeah it isn’t the same romance I felt … before.”
“But that thing in the window was fucking awesome!”
“That it was. You are such a perv. I love it Dani.”
“You inspire me.”
Last Chapter: Devon using his new power of possession to experience a threesome with Andi and her two friends.
As the days past and he returned to his life without the heavy weight of guilt and depression Devon often thought of Melanie, but now he was free of the idea that he should have died too.
Instead he sought out life in all its forms. He exercised, he visited friends and he studied. He was still doing well enough in school that the lost days of depression did not ruin his GPA. The one thing he wasn’t doing was having sex. It felt like he was waiting for something special to happen. He avoided Andi and her friends, and they were so engrossed in the three way love that he had helped foster that they didn’t notice anyway.
On the back burner was what to do with Danielle. Periodically when he thought of her he opened a link and felt her trying to get on with her life, but she was sad, and missed him. He would nudge her toward happiness, but he didn’t think he wanted her to be with anyone else the way he wanted Andi to be. Devon felt very torn when it came to his feelings for Danielle.
The fact of the matter was he was very horny.
What made his state of arousal so difficult was not in where to get sex, but in the fact that he now knew he could have sex with anyone he wanted, any time. How to choose among all the woman in the city. With his power he could literally make any woman want him, and the power of that was intoxicating.
A fascinating option presented itself one day when he was looking on the internet. He saw a news article about one of his favorite actresses Keira Knightley. The article was simple enough. Keira was on holidays and was frolicking on a yacht someplace hot. The main point of the article was how good she looked in her bikini, putting to rest rumour of an eating disorder. Devon had to say she looked fabulous, and healthy in the skimpy red swimsuit.
He dreamed of what it would be like to have sex with her, growing aroused by the thought.
Then it hit him. Maybe he could make a connection with her. How far could he stretch his ability? Did he have to know a person in the flesh to connect with them? He had never tried to feel someone long distance. Why not do so now.
Looking up the name of the place the article said she was, he then fixed where the island was in his mind, picturing it on the globe. Then he sent his awareness out along the compass point to where he knew she was. Then Devon focused a mental image of Keira Knightley in his head. He imagined hearing her talk with her sexy British accent. He pictured her body moving in the many films he had seen of her. He recited her name in his mind.
For a long time he felt nothing, then he started to get the sense of otherness that he got as he inserted himself into someone else’s mind for the first time. Every mind felt different, like shoes that he had never worn before. This time he felt a warm wash of contentment. The feeling was very unfocused, and it was disorienting. Gently probing more deeply Devon felt a wonderful mix of satisfaction, arousal and happiness.
If this was Keira she had probably just had sex.
Easing himself into her mind more deeply he tried something else he had not attempted before, he tried to take only a minimal command of her brain. He wanted to be the fly on the wall, not the master. Bit by bit he inserted his consciousness into hers. She was barely conscious so it was a strange sensation, like dipping his feet into warm water, only it was his awareness.
Keira was lying in a warm place full of light, but her eyes were closed. The sound of the ocean was outside, and the air was humid and sultry. Devon could feel someone next to her and he pushed himself into her mind more, while maintaining the dreamy contented feeling she already felt. He didn’t want to spook her by shoving her aside. Opening her eyes Devon looked around. She was on a bed, a large bed, and the room was a beautiful wooden space with all sorts of expensive looking paintings, appliances, T.V. Music centre, bar, the works.
The windows were big, and open, but had the thick frames and glass of a boat. Beside her a naked man was laying half under the covers, his long brown hair tussled and tangled. He was well put together and tanned all over.
Then Devon looked down at the body he now inhabited.
It was amazing. This was most assuredly Keira Knightley. He recognized her small perfect breasts from the various movies he had seen her bare herself in. Her famously defined abdominal muscles were there as he sat up a bit to look at her, her belly button was pierced with a dangly jewel. Slightly hidden by the soft white sheet over her Devon could see a hint of her sex, a slight rise of flesh below her long lean stomach. Pulling back the sheet he saw that Keira was smoothly waxed, her pubis bald and soft. He reached down and felt her, moist and squishy. She had certainly been having sex; inside he could feel the erotic bruised quality of her vagina having taken a pummeling recently. It tingled and when he brushed her clit her body jumped, and he felt the electric sensitivity of deep arousal.
This was amazing.
Devon stood her up. Manipulating the world through her lithe, agile frame was pure pleasure. The grace of her body was intoxicating. Tip-toeing across the room on nimble feet, he moved her body into the open door that looked like a bathroom. Inside a large pristine en suite covered in mirrors showed him that famous body he has lusted over many times. She was right there in front of him in the mirror looking pensive, that famous pout and furrowed brow gazing back at him. Her face broke into that silly open smile she had as he felt the joy of what he had done.
Far away he could still sense his own body in his room on his bed, but never had his own self felt more removed. Leaning in Devon looked closely at her face. He couldn’t believe he was looking at her face, that face that had graced so many movie screens the last few years. Here he was being her. Standing inside that amazing body.
Her lips looked plump and well kissed, she had no lipstick on that he could discern, and her eyes were deep velvety brown and had smeared mascara around them, giving her a sexy smudged look. Her long hair was blond at the moment, but she often changed it, so it was neither surprising nor familiar. Her skin was smooth and perfect, and when he reached up with her hand to touch it, her skin was softer than any he had ever touched. He pressed her fingers to her soft lips and kissed them. The world famous lips were delicate and plump. The velvety cushion of her lips pouted out and pressed against her sensitive fingers, and Devon used her eyes to memorize the whole process
Letting her hand trail down her body he began to massage her small pert breasts. It was mind blowing to be feeling those famous breasts with her hands, but feeling it as if they were his own. The pliant orbs were silky soft feeling, and very sensitive to stimulation. Her nipples were hard points and felt amazing when he rubbed them. Immediately Devon could tell the Ms. Knightley was a passionate, intense lover. How could she not be when her body was as responsive as this? Even from these light touches her pussy was getting wetter. Maybe it was from his own profound arousal at touching her, but it felt entirely rooted within her own body.
Devon sat her back on the toilet and spread her legs. The full length mirror in front of her showed him everything as he parted her long strong legs and opened her labia with the fingers of one hand. The inviting pink slit was glistening, and Devon could feel the tingle of her clit as a hot stab throbbing with her pulse. Lowering the other hand he began to tickle her clit sending amazing jolts of pleasure along her nerves.
Tearing his gaze from the mirror Devon looked down to where her hands played with her pink folds. It was shocking to see that familiar body right up close. Looking at her in the mirror was more like a movie. He was far more familiar with those features from that outside perspective. When he looked down and saw her as his own body, those often studied breasts looked totally new when viewed from such a close and specific proximity. In all the times he had masturbated he had never seen this particular view. Seeing it now, with the wrong body it was disorienting.
Slowly increasing his pace Devon frigged Keira’s pussy, pleasuring them both. It was all he could do to keep her big brown eyes open so that he could witness the miraculous view of Keira Knightley, world famous actress, jacking off on a toilet.
Their shared mind was saturated with sensory overload as he pushed her toward a climax. Then all at once her sweet body began to shudder and tense, and her breathe caught in her long delicate throat. Devon at last had to give in and close her eyes as they climaxed.
The orgasm was exquisite, the power of it all consuming. When at last he opened her eyes she was flushed along her chest, blotches of bright red spattered all around her neck and down over her breasts.
The stifling air of the bathroom was making her sweat profusely, and so Devon stood her up and tip toed out the door through the bedroom where Keira’s lover still slept and down a hall. Naked Devon explored her huge boat and found a way out onto the deck. Peering around corners he checked that the coast was clear and stepped out into the bright sunshine of a South American paradise.
The blazing sun beat down on her pale skin and the heat was stupefying. The breeze was hot and humid, and the sea was still around the boat.
Devon walked toward the rail and looked out over the slight waves to the green shore. Huge vine covered trees stood sentinel above a thin crescent of white sand. The trees climbed a huge steep cliff that loomed above. To left and right the hills of this land rippled up and down, in and out along the shore for miles and miles. In the distance a few other boats bobbed on the water, or in a couple cased raced along leaving bright green wakes.
Devon loved the heat and humidity. The slick wet coating of sweat on Keira’s body felt sensual, and he rubbed his hands along her gentle curves smearing the moisture around. He even massaged her breasts and rubbed her pussy, the wetness felt so good.
Here and there on the hills above he could see buildings peeking out from the dense foliage, and he wondered what they were. If they were homes, how did people get there? Were there roads beneath the dense canopy of branches?
Devon wandered along the rail of the boat looking at the huge beautiful boat. The yacht was something like eighty feet long, with a lot of dark wood trimming, brass fixtures and white plastic shell. Moving along the gorgeous deck of wood in Keira’s lithe, supple body made him feel fantastic. She was so light and graceful that he turned a few dance steps he had learned in movement class, reveling in the joy of being so small and delicate.
When he got to the wide open back deck of the boat he saw lounge chairs and tables for drinks. Choosing a chair to lay upon Devon stretched out Keira’s lean frame along one of them and soaked up the sun.
The heat and bright light made him sleepy and just as he was beginning to doze off he heard a person clear their throat.
Devon leapt up shocked. He didn’t even cover her body. He was so stunned that nudity didn’t factor into the equation. Devon was scared that someone would catch him inside of her. He felt guilty and trapped.
A man in a white captain’s uniform was standing in the doorway to another hallway into the boat. He was looking away slightly to one side and down to the deck.
“Do you require anything, Miss?”
“Um… no, thank you.” Devon said, the voice of Keira Knightley answered the man, but with Devon’s Canadian accent.
“Just call if you do.” The man hurried inside.
Devon took that as his cue to bugger off. He ran back along the rail and down into the room he had first arrived in. He lay back down on the bed, Keira’s heart pounding with his fear. Closing her eyes he slowed his breathing and then focused on gently easing himself out, and letting her back in. Sending waves of happiness and sleepy relaxation Devon released his hold on the actress and let her take over her body once more.
When at last he opened his eyes in his room he felt utterly calm and happy himself.
Then he noticed he has shot a load of cum in his pants.
Then he let out a loud bray of surprised, delighted and relieved laughter.
The next day he heard several news casts about the indiscrete Keira Knightley exposing herself on a yacht.
Quickly looking the story up on the internet he saw dozens of photographs of Keira standing naked on her boat, dancing and laying on the lounger. Then he saw the scared expression he gave the captain as the paparazzi caught her being caught by him. If he hadn’t been the one doing the gaping he would have wondered what the hell was going through her mind as she stood in pose of fight or flight, nude and speaking to the captain visible just in the door.
There were multiple angles to the photographs implying at least three photographers. Devon felt ashamed, angry and humiliated on Keira’s behalf. Also he felt guilty and ashamed of his behavior.
And as he looked at her nudity, clearly detailed by the photographers he felt aroused. He had seen a view of her only she, and her collection of lovers had ever seen. Even these photographs, one of which was a close up shot of her pussy as she lay on the lounger, could not reveal her body they way he had seen it.
The thrill of that made him so horny he had to masturbate yet again, using his own body this time. Looking at the images of her naked was very exciting. He remembered what it was like to be inside her body, a sensory memory like any had had in this body. But what was odd was that looking at the images he didn’t feel as if it were him there. Looking at her body, so beautiful, exposed and delicious was just the same as it had been before being inside her mind. Only now it was sort of like a memory of a lover he’d had once, yet the location was a place he had been, just yesterday.
It was quite surreal.
And seeing her naked, superimposed on his memories of him making her masturbate in the mirror was incredibly arousing. His orgasm was wonderful.
He was addicted.
Last Chapter: Devon seduces Andi with Danielle. They have an intense threesome where Devon learns more about his power.
Now that the play was over, and Devon’s’ life more or less returned to normal, he suddenly felt the loss of Melanie much more keenly. All the wonderful distractions of the play; the attention, the accolades and not least the relationship with Dani had allowed him to hide from his incredible loss.
Now however he slid into a deep, deep depression. Because of his unique abilities everyone around him was well aware of his desperate pain. Dani tried to console him, not just as a lover, but as a friend, but it proved too difficult for her. The bond between them, the wide open conduit of emotion that Devon had not learned how to seal off bled his pain through to her and she instinctively began to avoid him.
Devon even went to a councilor and talked about his loss, but the councilor couldn’t touch the depth of his pain with the empty platitudes that she had. She recommended that Devon see a psychiatrist, but Devon feared that they might discover what he was and somehow his life would be ruined by that exposure.
Devon tried drinking heavily to numb himself but after the first time he found he couldn’t stop his power from radiating out and infecting the whole building. He could feel all his neighbors in the complex he lived in beginning to grow despondent along with him, and it took all his will to shut himself off from them all closeting himself with his hurt.
Finally one day, when he was feeling particularly low, and hating himself for living on while Melanie was gone Devon heard his phone ring. He had not been answering a lot lately, but he instinctively answered knowing he couldn’t go on like this.
“Hi Devon, its Andi.” He had not seen the pretty goth girl since the closing night party, and her voice surprised him.
“Oh. Hi.” To his ears his voice sounding cold and distant, and a flood of guilt poured over him.
“I wondered how you were doing. I heard you haven’t been feeling well.” Devon pictured her naked on the floor of his room, right there in front of him was the very spot. A wave of lust washed over him, and he felt terrible for wanting her again.
“No. I’ve been pretty bad lately, I guess.” What he had done with, and to Andi was wrong, he knew. He should never have been sleeping with anyone other than Melanie, and he certainly should not have invaded her mind like that.
“I’m so sorry. Look I know we don’t know each other all that well, but I would be happy to come over and sit and talk, or take you mind off things, or … anything.” Reflexively Devon opened a conduit to her, and found she was way across town, and feeling very horny, and earnest. She wanted him very much; he could feel her deep passion toward him, and a strong motivation to please him in some way. He recoiled from the sensation, and closed the link.
“I don’t think I can Andi. I’m sorry, I’m just not up to having company right now. But hey, thank you for calling. I do appreciate it. I’m just…”
“I get it. I apologize for bothering you.” She sounded really disappointed.
“No bother, really. I’m the one who should apologize. Thank you for thinking of me… and thank you for the other night. It was really great. When I get my shit together I would love to see you again.” He hadn’t intended to say that last part, and sort of thought he was lying to make her feel good, but he realized he really did want to have her again. Her tiny, tight body was incredible, and she had been intriguing, there was that elusive need in her that he hadn’t figured out.
“I would really like that Devon. I really, really would. Take care okay.” She took a deep breath. “Come back to us Devon. We all miss you.”
The hurt and longing in her voice punched through his barriers and he felt her sincerity beaming out along heir link. And behind that a real fear.
“Thanks Andi. I hear you, and I get it. I’m going to do my best to get back out there okay. I’m not going to hurt myself or anything I promise.” He could feel her relief and knew that she really had been scared he was going to kill himself.
“Okay. Great. That would not be cool man. You are a deeply cared about person, and we all want you back, okay.”
“Thanks. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“You’d better Mister.” He could feel the humour and the suppressed passion in her and it excited him.
“See ya soon.”
They hung up and Devon lay back on his bed, already feeling better than he had in days. Having a positive feeling in his heart was wonderful, having someone push through his defenses also made him feel great. Without really being aware of it Devon opened himself to her once more.
Andi was feeling pleased, and hopeful, and still powerfully horny, even as he “listened in” on her he could feel her lust growing, her sense of pleasure heightening. Suddenly Devon realized she was masturbating, think of him. In turn Devon felt himself grow aroused. For the first time in a week he had a sex drive again. Reaching down he began to pull on himself, massaging the pliant flaccid penis growing harder as he felt Andi growing more aroused.
Fully opening the conduit between them Devon felt his own lust redouble as he latched on to hers. Then he felt her experience pain and her passion grew more intense. What was she doing? Curiosity made him bold, and the feverish state he had been living in the last ten days made him less cautious than usual.
Diving in Devon took control of Andi’s mind as he had done before, and he opened his eyes to see the world through hers. Andi’s consciousness was pushed far to the darkest corners of her mind and she was scared. Devon sent a surge of sexual passion along to her and she fell into it happily, her lust a huge powerful force.
Looking up he saw her room. She was in an old house or something, and the walls were dark red and covered in posters of dark gothic bands he didn’t know, and woman in poses of submission, and men in positions of power. Nothing overtly sexual, but the theme was clear. She had dark red velvet curtains hanging around most of the walls, candles burning and black clothes draped over most of the surfaces. Andi was a dark minded young woman. The whole room looked like a movie version of a troubled teen’s room.
Looking down at her body Devon saw that indeed she was naked, her thin pale body spread out on the black blankets legs akimbo with her right hand on her sex. Her left hand was holding a clothes peg that was clamped onto her left nipple, the right nipple also had a peg on it, and the pain was intense.
Devon felt the pain acutely, and distantly, back in his own body he could feel himself flinch. There was no separation from the pain, it felt as if he were his body feeling the tight pinch of the pegs, so he pulled them off quickly. The pain only intensified as blood flowed into abused nerves. Devon said “Ouch.” And it came out in Andi’s much more feminine voice. “Holy fuck!” He said again in her voice. He really was inside her body.
Deep inside her mind he could feel Andi trying to get out of her prison, but he cloaked her in submissive lust once more, blanketing her conscious mind in overwhelming pleasure. To her, he hoped, it would seem as if she was having a long, protracted orgasm and she was unable to move.
Devon sat her up and looked more closely around the room. She was not a tidy girl, but her style was great. Fully committed to the Goth chic she had crucifixes everywhere and a skull on her desk. Silk scarves hung here and there and old goblets and skeletons were scattered on most surfaces.
More interesting to him was her body though. There was a large full-length mirror on the wall and Devon stood up and went to it, his reflection a disorienting Andi.
Standing naked in front of the mirror he gazed at her body. The long dark hair with bright purple streaks was tussled like she had been rolling around the bed for a while, maybe after a nap. Her soft cute face was still wearing her mask of Gothic make-up, dark purple around the eyes, long lashes teased out, pale white base, and dark, dark red shiny lipstick. The lipstick was worn off around the inside making her mouth look very pretty, and used somehow.
Around her throat she wore a tight silk ribbon with a small crucifix choker. The many piercings in her ears were a line of ever lengthening earrings, starting at the top with small studs and ending in long dangling chains at the lowest point.
Her legs were the thin well muscled dancer legs he remembered from closing night, and he stroked the tops of her thighs as he remembered gripping them himself as he took her from behind. Feeling her legs with her hands felt wonderful to him, her soft palms were so gentle on the smooth skin of her thighs. Everything was so soft on her. He reached up and felt her breasts in both hands. So small to look at, her breasts were firm and supple under her own soft delicate hands. Pulling on her tender nipples he winced at the soreness in them. But they were rigid and ached to be touched as well.
Between her legs she had a glistening wet slit with a landing strip of hair shaved carefully into a long thin line above her snatch. Dipping a finger into her he felt the heat and moisture, and the tingle of her clit shocked him when he touched it. It was amazing to feel what it felt like to have a clit, the bundle of nerves far more receptive than anything on his body. When he rubbed it it made his/her legs weak.
Suddenly he heard her phone ring. He went to the bed where her smart phone lay, and saw that someone named Christi had sent her a text. Suddenly evilly curious Devon opened the screen and read the text.
“Whatcha doing?” Was all it said.
Compelled to be her for a minute Devon answered.
“Walking around naked admiring my bod.”
Then he closed the message window and opened the camera. Eager suddenly to document his incredible experience Devon turned the camera to self photo view and lay down on the bed. Taking pictures of Andi ‘s body in all sorts of sexy poses Devon captured Andi in all sorts of provocative shots. He took close shots of her sex, and fingered her, opening her up to the lens, he took shots of her tits and face and then started taking video of her masturbating.
A text came back from Christi. “Slut. Wish I was there.”
Inspired Devon looked through the shots for a great one of Andi at arm’s length, sitting on the bed nude, her cute face pouting and one breast exposed, one cupped by her hand. Down at the bottom of the screen her slit could just been seen open and wet. He added it to the text “So do I.” and sent it.
Giddy with his power, and the dirty deeds he went to her laptop and synched her phone to it. Then he downloaded the pictures and opened a browser. Devon went to his e-mail and uploaded the pictures, then sent them to himself. He felt drunk. He was behaving horribly toward this pretty young girl, but he just couldn’t stop himself. This was a fantasy come true. He had complete control over this young woman.
Another text came in. “What the FUCK?!”
Devon laughed wishing he could have seen this Christi’s face when she opened that text.
He sent back “Hahahaha!”
He looked around for inspiration as to what to do next. Looking at Andi’s closet he started to rout through it. He pulled out skimpy outfits and began to dress. He finally ended up in tall knee high buckle boots with thick soles and chunky heels, thigh high fishnet stockings, a teeny, tiny black pleated schoolgirl skirt that only just covered her bare ass, a velvet and satin corset that zipped in the back, that was nearly impossible to get done up, but was worth the effort. It didn’t cover her belly button, was tight and pushed her breasts out over the top provocatively. He couldn’t breathe very well, and his tits were squished, but he liked the visual effect.
He teased out her hair, but knew he wasn’t up to actually styling it. He looked for a lipstick that matched the one she was already wearing, tried one but guessed wrong. He just ran it over her lips awkwardly and the result was sloppy, and made it look like she had been kissing someone, which pleased him.
Going to the phone to take more photos, he noticed another text. Opening the message window he found it was actually a few texts.
“Are you high?”
“What is going on?”
“Fuck you, you clit tease!!!”
He didn’t know what he wanted to do about those. He looked in the contacts list and found Christi’s number. She had a profile pic on the phone and it was a blonde version of Andi. Christi was a cute Goth as well, but with bleach blonde hair and more pink in her palette. At least in this picture.
Devon began to scroll through Andi’s photos and found more and more of her and Christi. The girls were often kissing and posing together in sexy skimpy clothes. Christi was really cute, with slightly larger breasts, but the same lean athletic body.
He texted her back. “Sorry, had to fuck myself. Thinking of you seeing that pic made me wet.”
He then took the photos he wanted of Andi dressed like he had dressed her. Then as he was sending them to himself he heard the phone chime again.
“I’m coming over you slut! J”
That scared Devon. What if she could tell that he was not Andi? Of course she would tell, he didn’t know Christi at all. He would do the wrong thing for sure. Devon went out of the room and into the house at large. Wandering around looking for the kitchen he stumbled on the high heels. They were really hard to walk around in.
It turned out he was on the second floor and the kitchen below. Down there in the messy dish-covered room he found a bottle of wine. Quickly he poured a glass and drank it, both to calm his nerves and to give him an excuse for doing anything stupid with Christi.
Tottering around on the heels and the skimpy outfit Devon nearly shit Andi’s pants when a male voice spoke from behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“Holy shit!” He exhaled in a rush.
The man laughed at her. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”He was sitting on a big chair in the living room Devon had just entered, he was slumped way down reading, and Devon had not seen him at all.
“I had no idea you were here.”
“Obviously. Nice outfit.” The man was a young blonde, athletic type, with long hair and a scruff of beard. He was wearing long frayed jeans and a band t-shirt. He had no shoes or socks.
“…thanks...” Devon felt at a total loss, not knowing what the relationship here was.
“Are you drinking the Wicked Witches’ wine?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess so.”
“She is gonna be pissed.” Devon shrugged Andi’s shoulders.
“Seriously, why are you dressed like that? You going clubbing?”
“Christi is coming over I think.” Devon shrugged again.
“Yeah?” he perked up. “You two gonna lez out?” He put the book down, open to his page, and he leaned in excitedly. Devon didn’t need his gift to tell that this guy was into Christi.
“What?” He said lamely in Andi’s voice.
“Come on! Are you?” He was suddenly vibrating. “Come on let me join in. You said you would let me, if you needed a dude to help seduce her. Or are you going to call Devon? Fuck that guy is lucky!”
“What?” Devon said lamely. He really felt stunned.
“Jeezuz you are high!”
“No, I just woke up from a nap, and I’m all fuzzy. And the wine…”
“Whatever.” He waved a hand vaguely. “Look I won’t touch you if you don’t want, but you gotta let me nail Christi. You promised!”
“Look I don’t know what is going to happen with her, okay.”
“You know she wants you! She is dying for it, she just won’t admit it. When you told us about the other night with Devon and Dani she was practically drooling!”
“Holy shit!” Devon blurted. He couldn’t believe Andi had told two people about that.
“I know!” The dude said, misconstruing his outburst. “She looked ready to jump you right then, but you were too preoccupied talking about how amazing Devon was, and all that shit. You could have had her right there, I know it!”
“Then what do I need you for?” He teased the poor dude.
“Oh shit!” He realized he had backed himself into a corner. “Look, you probably don’t need me, but if I smoke you two up then it will happen for sure, right? Then it will make everything easier and .. I-… Fuck I don’t know, just let me!”
Devon had no idea if he would go through with seducing Christi as Andi or not, and he certainly didn’t want to fuck a man, even with Andi’s body, but he was enjoying teasing the guy, and as Devon got hornier thinking about the whole thing, Andi’s body was getting wetter.
Devon took a swig of the wine and stood thinking. The dude was watching her intently, and Devon wondered what the relationship between these two really was.
“Look if we did this, would it fuck things up with me and you?” He asked with Andi’s voice.
He sighed heavily. “I know I’ve been a jerk before, and I still have feelings for you, I do, but… It has been a long time since we did anything. I get that you just wanted things to be physical with us, and again I apologize for getting emotional. “ He hung his head. “I can’t tell you that I don’t still wish we could be together. That would be a lie. But I have gotten used to how things are now. And I really don’t want to fuck up the friendship. That is why I said I wouldn’t touch you. I just really, really want to fuck Christi, but she refuses to go out with me, knowing what happened with you and I. If you let me play with the both of you, she might forget that, or at least let me fuck her tonight. Am I being greedy? Yes! Who can blame me, you are both so fucking hot!”
Devon laughed out loud, recognizing how a man’s mind worked, trying to get all the pussy he could. Before he could answer a knock at the door, quickly followed by the entrance of Christi interrupted him.
“Hi.” Christi said, with a weight behind the simple word. What she was really saying was, “What the hell is going on here.”
Devon just stood and stared at the gorgeous young woman. Christi was still blonde, and she wore white tights under a tiny white skirt, a lacy camisole under a man’s vest with a pink velvet fitted jacket over those. Her makeup was very similar to Andi’s only in pink tones rather than purple. Her hair was straightened not teased out, but it looked amazing.
“Helloooo” she sang, wanting to be acknowledged.
“Hey.” Devon said, huskily, his female voice still marked lower than before.
“Hi Christi.” the dude said, trying to sound casual.
“Hi Kurt.” She said not looking at him. “What is going on Andi?” Christi said. “Are you okay?”
“She is a little drunk.” Kurt supplied, pointing to the wine. “Come on in, we were just going to smoke a joint. Want some?” Kurt went to a small box on a coffee table and pulled out a joint and lighter. He sat down on a couch and lit up. He held out the lit joint to Christi who looked to Andi.
Devon had never smoked pot before, but it appeared that Andi had so he went to the couch and sat beside Kurt leaving room on the side for Christi. Now that he was seeing her in the flesh he was starting to think this whole thing might be a great idea.
Christi took the offered joint and sat down beside Andi, putting Devon in the middle of the two others. Watching closely Devon watched Christi take a haul off the joint, and then breathe it in, hold it then let it out. When she passed it to Andi Devon took it and copied what he had seen. As the warm smoke went into his lungs he thought he would cough, but he let it out slowly as he had seen and the cough was suppressed, Andi clearly being used to it.
He passed the joint to Kurt who took another haul and then turned to Andi and pulled her face to look at him, he opened his mouth and brought it close to Andi like he was going to kiss her, then he blew the smoke right into her mouth. Devon breathed in and accepted the smoke, and held it.
Then Kurt passed the joint to Christi, who did the exact same thing, blowing the smoke into Andi’s mouth again, only this time Christi got in much closer than Kurt had and she kissed Andi while she blew in the smoke.
Devon loved the way her lips felt on his now much softer ones. The feeling was amazing and he kissed back passionately. The feeling of the drugs in his system and the rush of his illicit use of Andi made this experience so novel he had to keep going. Letting Andi’s tongue swirl around the soft wet mouth of Christi was fantastic. The two girls mouths felt perfectly matched. Christi pulled back and took another toke off the joint, then passed it to Kurt and blew more smoke into Andi’s mouth. Then Kurt pulled the kissing girls apart and kissed Christi while blowing smoke into her mouth.
Soon they were all kissing back and forth with the smoke billowing out between them all. Andi kissed both Kurt and Christi, and Devon felt the fog of the pot and the sex clouding his judgment. Kissing Kurt felt good. He dimly wondered if this was going to change his perception in his own body, but kissing the rough bearded face of Kurt with the soft tender face of Andi was extremely exciting.
Then Christi found that Andi was not wearing any panties beneath her tiny skirt.
“You are such a slut Andi.” She whispered and pulled up the skirt showing Kurt the bare wet slit exposed below.
“Jeesus.” Kurt said, and slid a finger down to the glistening juncture. The both of them, Christi and Kurt, took turns massaging Andi’s sex, fingers inside her hole and fingers massaging the lips, and every so often one of them would begin to massage the tender bud of her clit.
Devon lay Andi back and opened her legs. It was getting increasingly hard to not feel as if this was his body so intense were the feelings they others were giving her/him.
Mouths kissed her lips, and hands began to massage her breasts through the thick barrier of her corset. Devon couldn’t believe how good this all felt. He was in love with the soft body he was inhabiting. As Kurt unzipped the binding corset and pulled it off, Christi sipped down between Andi’s legs and began to lap at her aching sex.
Devon nearly jumped when Andi’s clit was sucked between the gentle lips of Christi. To Devon it felt like he had to pee really badly all of a sudden. The sharp hot feel of Andi’s clit was so very much more powerful than his own cock head.
Now Kurt was licking Andi’s nipples and Devon felt a light fluttering in Andi’s stomach like nothing he had ever experienced before. Christi moaned into Andi’s sex, and finally Devon opened his gift and felt Kurt and Christi. Both of them were overjoyed to be with Andi. They both loved her deeply, and they were both massively grateful to be giving her pleasure right now.
Devon sent a link to Andi’s consciousness as he felt how great her two friend’s passion and love for her were. And deep in the small place he had put her Devon felt Andi warmly accept it, with humility and affection. Devon couldn’t tell what part of all this Andi was getting, but he now kept a conduit to her with him in control and that in turn open to whatever Kurt and Christi felt. Andi would know what happened here at least emotionally.
Kurt was now rubbing both Andi’s breast and Christi’s ass she knelt between Andi’s out flung thighs. Then Devon saw that Christi had one hand in Kurt’s lap massaging his package. Devon watched fascinated as Christi slurped away at Andi’s sex and deftly opened Kurt’s zipper, pulling out his hard cock.
Devon expected to hate seeing it out in the open, but it was just like watching a porno movie. Distant and not his concern. He was still intrigued as Christi jacked Kurt off and ate out Andi. The girl was a multi-tasker.
Devon felt somewhat guilty for not doing anything to anyone else. He was just receiving, but it was all he wanted to do right now, so he just lay back and wiggled with pleasure as mouths serviced him.
In this body his orgasm was elusive, as the peaks and valleys of his climax came and went Devon was barely able to lock it down and let it out they way he could with a penis. Chasing an orgasm was easy as a man, but with this woman’s body it was much more difficult. Before he could achieve it, Kurt lifted his head from Andi’s breasts and moved down to Christi.
Kurt began to take Christi’s clothes off and he rubbed and kissed all the skin he was exposing. Christi didn’t miss a beat in licking the whole of Andi’s pussy, and Devon was still in the brink of an orgasm, but also intent on seeing Christi’s body exposed.
When at last she was naked Christi displayed a gorgeous physique. Her long legs were dancer smooth and perfect. Her belly tight and pierced in the belly button. Her breasts hung firm and round below her as she knelt between Andi’s legs. Christi’s arms were strong and lean and her back small and lightly muscled.
Kurt aimed his cock at the slit between Christi’s legs and waited there for some permission. Impulsively Devon leaned forward and with both hands spread Christi’s ass wide apart offering her cunt to Kurt. When Christi didn’t object, or even stop licking Andi, Kurt plunged in and buried himself inside her to the hilt. Christi moaned contentedly as she was filled, and Devon sent Christi’s feeling along all the links open to him, letting Kurt, Andi, and himself back in his distant room feel the happiness Christi was feeling.
Letting all the emotions of everyone involved flow back and forth between the lovers Devon increased everyone’s lust to new and fabulous levels. Then at last Andi’s body was able to reach orgasm. It was small for a woman but Devon loved it. It was not the most powerful feeling of lust he had ever had, but it was so different, more diffuse and body oriented and also laser fine right on her aching clit. It was wonderful.
At last the intensity became too much for Devon and he bucked Christi’s mouth off of Andi’s sex. “Holy shit!” He said in her voice.
Christi looked up at her and smiled a dreamy blissed out smile. Impulsively Devon bent down and began to kiss Christi all over her wet tangy mouth. Clearly he was tasting Andi’s juices, and it made the kiss all that more sexy.
“Flip her up on the couch.” Devon said, and helped Kurt toss Christi up on her back on the couch. Immediately Devon swooped in and began to lick Christi’s soaked slot. The feeling of Andi’s soft velvety skin pressed to the moist soft lips of Christi pussy was awesome.
Then Devon felt Kurt pressing his fingers into Andi’s cunt. Devon reached back and pushed him away. He wasn’t ready for that yet.
He felt then saw Kurt then opt to try getting Christi to suck him off. Devon felt happy for Kurt when he saw Christi open up and take the damp shaft into her mouth and start sucking on his pole while he slipped in and out from between her lips.
Devon made sure everyone was getting off in their heads, sending each happy feeling back and forth along the open connections, bringing each of them closer and closer to the ultimate release.
Loving the slippery feeling of Christi’s cunt Devon happily licked and sucked her clit and labia. Christi wiggled and humped up at Andi’s mouth and hungrily gobbled Kurt’s hard cock. The whole thing was incredibly erotic to Devon and he felt a burning need to touch Andi’s clit, which he did, sending jolts of electric heat along her nerves.
Frigging Andi’s cunt and lapping at Christi’s Devon tried to use his mental connection with her to bring Christi and Andi off at the same time. Using his free hand Devon spread Christi’s pussy wide open and lashed her with Andi’s tongue. Kurt meanwhile was holding Christi’s head and really driving himself in and out of her drooling mouth. Saliva dribbled from her lips every time he pulled out, and she gasped for air. Keeping the pleasure ramped up high by linking everyone Devon could keep the slight panic Christi was feeling at bay.
Just then Kurt began to unload his spunk into Christi’s mouth which set off Christi and Andi as well because of the intense connection brought in by Devon. All three of them cried out in various orgasmic delight. Christ held Devon to her crotch with one hand and milked Kurt with another. And Devon pressed hard on Andi’s clit making the little button explode in sensory overload.
Devon sat back on Andi’s haunches, her pussy dripping and clenching with aftershocks. He couldn’t seem to catch a full breath and he loved the tingling feeling in his whole body. Cumming as man was nowhere near as all-encompassing as this.
Christi too was exhausted and she flopped back on the couch her legs wide and her chest heaving. Kurt fell over and held himself up hovering over Christi, and began to lick her tits. The full succulent orbs were so firm they didn’t sag to the side at all, but they weren’t all that big. Just big compared to Andi’s. Devon leaned in and began to kiss Christi on the mouth, and Kurt maneuvered himself into alignment with Christi’s sex, and began to ease his cock into her.
Christi moaned deeply into Andi’s mouth as she was filled by Kurt’s cock, and she lashed her tongue around Andi’s. After a few moments of Kurt fucking Christi and the two girls kissing excitedly, Christi pulled back and said, “Sit on my face.”
Eagerly Devon positioned Andi’s cunt over Christi mouth and lowered her dripping slit down to the open sucking mouth. Keeping her slight weight off of the girl underneath her Devon humped Andi’s hips back and forth sliding her crotch along the lapping tongue below.
Then Kurt leaned forward and while still drilling Christi started to lick Andi’s nipples. Devon felt weird looking down at a man licking him, but it wasn’t him, and it felt amazing, so he didn’t pull away.
Once more using the channel open between them all Devon urged them all on to higher pleasure by cycling the pleasure of each through the whole tapestry, keeping the real Andi in the loop of pleasure. Caught in his own spell Devon felt the wash of everyone’s lust push him past caring who was licking him, and where. He just felt pleasure and that pleasure was massive.
He couldn’t be sure but he thought maybe it was Christi who began the orgasmic wave, but before a moment passed it was all of them, and it was intense. He lost his hold on Andi and found himself in his own dorm room on the bed with his hand around his cock, and his belly covered in cum, at least three loads of it. His cock ached from abuse.
Quickly he reached out again for Andi to find out what was going on. He shoved her awareness aside and took over her body once more. The small ball of thought that was Andi was shocked beyond measure to have found herself suddenly entwined with her two friends, in mid-orgy. Devon sent soothing dreamlike emotions to her trying to ease that transition from lonely self to currently engaged in copulation self.
Sending confusing, but pleasant emotions to her he tried to slowly bring her back in control of her body. Devon was momentarily distracted by Kurt sliding his damp cum coated cock into Andi’s mouth. Also Christi was once more licking Andi’s clit. Devon sent happy lust thoughts to Andi and let her feel both her friends as distant pleasing experiences. And bit by bit he let Andi feel, then take control of what was happening. Still sending the linked pleasure everyone was feeling, and the post orgasmic rush of endorphins Devon was able to feel Andi accept what was happening and marvel at it.
After a few moments he was just a fly on the wall, small like Andi had been in her mind, and he could still see through her eyes, hear through her ears, taste through her mouth and feel along her nerves, but more remotely that before.
Andi was really happy to be sucking Kurt’s cock. She had always enjoyed it, he could feel, and she missed it. And now with Devon’s’ link Andi could at last feel how safe Kurt was. How genuine his love for her was. She had always feared him, thinking he was bound to hurt her, but now she knew he really actually loved her, and she felt her love for him growing in return. All this in a few heartbeat, while sucking his penis.
Then Andi began to feel the love she had always had for Christi blooming as well. This love was different flavored, much more grounded in friendship, but passionate, and happy to be sexual with her at last.
Devon opened that mélange of feelings to the lovers, and they were enraptured. Christi wanted to be loved by Andi, but it wasn’t possessive, or exclusive. It too was more friendship, but also romantic even though Christi loved men. She had long wanted to have this threesome. She lusted after Kurt like crazy, but didn’t want to ruin things with Andi. Christi was desperate for acceptance, and Devon was able to provide her with that through his link.
All three of them were closer in this moment than ever before, and as they all climaxed once again the bond was sealed.
Devon let the last wispy tendril of his awareness drift away from the three and he went back to his own room, in his own body. He felt the warm glow of love, a spillover from the others, but now his to cherish. Opening his eyes he realized how far from himself he had gone in the last few weeks. His depression was brutal, but at last it was over. He mourned Mel still, but now it was a grown over wound. He realized how much more to life there was, and how much more he wanted. He wanted it all. He wanted all the experiences Melanie would now never have. And he was intoxicated by the ability to possess anyone he wanted.
He felt like a God!
Last Chapter: Devon and Dani have an amazing opening night and celebrate their opening with fantastic sex.
The run of the show went extremely well. The word got out about how good the show was and the seats were full every night. The papers came and the show was universally loved. Particular attention was paid to both Danielle and Devon. The writers raved about the chemistry between them, and the powerful connection between the audience and the two young actors.
At night after the shows the two lovers went to his dorm and had wild uninhibited sex. After two days of rough intense, almost scary sex Devon could feel Dani withdraw from that energy. Following her feelings one night he found they didn’t edge toward roughness like usual, but drifted toward a more tender energy. Slowing down his thrusting Devon allowed his cock to wedge deep inside Dani and he stayed there. He perceived a deep satisfaction from her, and even his normal senses felt, and saw a relaxation occur.
Leaning in he kissed her deeply, and tenderly on the mouth. Dani responded in kind with her mouth and her arms went from his ass to encircle his back, drawing his body down to press against her. Slowly gently his began to pull out of her, but she pulsed regret up at him so he slid back in holding there.
After a moment of some very deep kisses, she tilted her hips up and he began to pump in and out of her gently. She thrummed with pleasure, and happiness. They went softly and slowly toward bliss together, each sharing an honest joy back and forth. Devon echoed and reechoed the journey of both their pleasure to Dani, a circle of emotion spiraling them closer and closer to climax.
Soon the energy changed again and Devon edged up both their lust, slowly driving them to the brink of orgasm.
Dani humped up at him, and he drove himself down and up into her. Their sexes met with a slap of flesh and he lifted himself up to the height of his arms, his hips moving faster and faster. Sweat began to leak out of their pores and their breath grew labored.
Then with a shudder Dani began to cum, her back arching and her breasts thrusting up at Devon. In turn he powered into her hard and began to spill himself into her trembling depths.
Dani clutched at Devon with her hands, her legs pressing into the bed pushing up at him to wedge him deeper still into her core. Inside her cunt clutched at him with spasms of passion. He bent his elbows and pressed against her and bent his knees to force himself into her even more. The pulse of his cock fired shots of cum all over her twitching cervix. Neither took a breath.
Then all at once Devon collapsed on top of Dani and she gasped for air as he forced her lungs back to work. Her hands pulled on his shoulders as she fought her way back to reality, her mind fragmented from the power of her orgasm. Then as her eyes began to focus again she lifted his head and began to kiss him deeply, while staring at him with intense eyes.
Between kisses she said, “That was fucking… unbelievable…. I can’t … fucking … believe…. What you just did to me… I have never been fucked so good….” She held his head away from her face and looked deeply into his eyes. “How did you do that? How did you know?”
“How did I know what?” He asked.
“That!” She cried. “That I needed that!” She kissed him again. “Are you a fucking mind reader? That was exactly what I wanted. To be fucked exactly like that!” She kissed him long and hard, no tongue, just her mouth pressed softly and firmly to his.
“I didn’t do anything except respond to your body. I just listened.”
“You are the very best lover I have ever had. Good God I want to share you with everyone just to give them what I felt.”
“Hey, god, I’m blushing here. I’m glad you liked it, but come on it couldn’t have been that good.”
“Are you telling me you have never had anyone tell you how good you are? Or are you telling me you always have sex like that?”
“Well obviously I don’t. We haven’t been like that before.”
“That is just it! Before I wanted dirty crazy sex because the thrill or nasty feeling of getting with my Romeo, and the grieving guy was a little kinky, y’know? So I wanted kinky sex. But I have never wanted anything as kinky as what we’ve been doing. You took me right to the edge of where I felt comfortable, and beyond. I went places with you physically that I wouldn’t have dared try before, but I felt safe. It felt like you were right there with me every step of the way, encouraging me, but never pushing me. Then the minute I want to really be with you as myself, without the kinky shit, just us, I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t know if you would be disappointed or not. Nope. Again you were right there with me every step of the way. When I wanted to go slow you went slow. When I wanted it go faster you gradually started going faster. It was amazing, like you were right inside my brain reading me almost before I knew what was happening to me.”
She lay back as she spoke and eased into a soft relaxed state. Her emotions journeyed from intense amazement, to disbelief, to a hint of fear along with vulnerability. Then at last, as she lay back, joy. Stroking his face with her free hand, the other stroking his arm, she glowed up at him feeling satisfaction, pride and connectedness.
In return he eased out of her and lay along her side, up on one elbow above her, but not laying his weight on top of her, sending pride, satisfaction and companionship. He needed to guard them both from feeling love as best he could. It was too soon for him. Too painful. Too vulnerable.
It worked. He nudged her affection from him toward friendship. It wasn’t just a friendship, but it didn’t get possessive.
At times over the following days when the two of them spent time backstage or in the school she felt a desire to share him. Her body grew jittery, almost giddy, and her brain curious and excited when they spent time with another girl who worked on the stage crew.
Andi was a dark Goth type girl with pale skin and deep purple and black hair. She usually wore dresses, some very short, fishnets, and tall clunky boots. She favored corsets or binding clothes and dark, dark red lipstick. Her skin was very pale, and she wore deep dark eyes shadow in purple shades that made her pale blue eyes seem velvety.
Andi was petite, her thin frame topped by a pair of barely-there breasts, her ribs showing above the slight swell of her mounds. She had a wry sense of humour and a sharp intellect. Devon enjoyed nudging her dark cynical emotions toward more pleasant feeling when they were together, and it seemed to make her relax and enjoy herself around Devon and Dani.
So it was that Andi sought them out more and more as the show went into its second week. After the show Dani and Devon started to join the rest of the cast and crew for beers, and the whole group got better acquainted. Yet Often Devon, Dani and Andi separated themselves slightly from the gang and spoke of life and art and anything they wanted, growing more comfortable with each other.
Dani was clearly curious to seduce Andi, and bring her to share the bed that Devon and she frolicked in. Devon made Dani feel more bold and Andi feel more sexual around them. He wanted very much to try a threesome. He was drawn to the intense dark energy that Andi gave off, and was also very curious about her tiny ballerina body with its thin limbs and delicate frame.
Reading Andi he noticed when she felt aroused by their attention of the two of them, and he fanned it anytime he noticed. Sometimes Andi wanted to fuck him, and he sent her back his desire, along with the confidence that it would happen.
Other times he felt her lust after Dani, and he sent out the mutual desire from both him and Dani, as well as the feeling that it was safe, and would be joyous.
At the closing night party, the show being all done with, Devon opened an even bigger connection between him and the girls. As he did with the show he took the feelings Dani was having for Andi and amplified them, and he did the same for Andi to Dani all the while mingling himself in the mix so they never forgot their mutual desire for him. Before the party was very far advanced the three of them left, having begun to make out together on the dance floor.
They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other as they took the elevator up to his dorm. Mouths met and tongues entwined and the three of them groped and licked each other. When the door was closed Devon felt them both drop to their knees and begin to unzip his fly all the while still kissing and licking each other.
Looking down he saw Dani pull his raging hard on out of his pants and offer it to Andi. Andi engulfed him and he moaned loudly as her warm wet mouth lathered his cock in her saliva. Dani pumped him and began to lick his balls. Along the connection he had with them both he pulsed his pleasure, flooding their brains with lust.
Devon didn’t try and hold back at all, he just let himself approach orgasm as soon as he was able. Giving the rush of pleasure back to the woman giving it to him, he opened himself to them and felt them grow even more passionate as their lips kissed his shaft and their tongues bathe him from top to bottom.
Like a freight train his orgasm blew out from him and bathed the girl’s faces in sperm. Dani tried to aim it at Andi’s mouth but she missed a lot as she tried to also lick the jism from his tip. Devon felt the two girls reach powerful orgasms too as he sent the intensity of his own along the conduit.
When at last he was spent he sat back against the door and slid down it, crumpling alongside the girls. Dani leaned over and began to lick the last smears of spunk from Andi’s face. Andi in turn lay back on the floor and let Dani clean her.
Danielle began to remove Andi’s clothes, stripping the girl thoroughly. Devon helped and in moments Andi was nude on his floor her tiny breasts and smoothly shaved pussy exposed to view.
Dani dove in, and began to lap at Andi’s bald pussy, her soft pink tongue parting the delicate lips of Andi’s tiny pussy. While she did so Devon pulled off Danielle’s clothes, and when he felt Andi reaching yet another orgasm, and he redirected to Dani. He pulled off the last of Dani’s clothes and began to slip a finger into her soaking wet pussy.
Fucking Dani with two fingers he felt the two girls begin to climax once more and nudged them along to conduct them toward going off together. Andi went first, but Dani was close behind, the two girls panting and squirming with mutual lust.
A few minutes had passed so Devon was ready for more. Leaning down he kissed Dani on the mouth tasting Andi, and he pushed Dani back with his kisses, sending the need to fuck Andi to Dani, and fanning her desire to see him fuck Andi.
Positioning himself between Andi’s legs he nudged her dripping slit with his throbbing tool. Andi sat up on her elbows to watch him enter her. Now that they were there Devon switched his main focus to Andi and felt her need to be filled. He amplified that and teased her by sliding his tip along the thin pink line of her sex.
Andi felt her need for him rise and her want grew to an ache. Still Devon waited feeling a sense of pleasure at being teased bloom in Andi. She liked him withholding himself, and he nudged her feeling of want further into a throbbing ache for him.
Then all at once he shoved himself in just as Andi grew the slightest bit impatient. The timing was so perfect, that Andi succumbed to another orgasm, flopping back down on the floor and arching her back thrusting her pert breasts up to the roof. Dani leaned in and captured a nipple and began to suck it intensifying Andi’s orgasm.
Now Devon fucked himself deeply in and out of the clutching slot begging to be filled below him. He rammed into Andi and her small body absorbed his onslaught eagerly. Andi was moaning and writhing around. Danielle massaged Andi’s tiny titties and suckled them one at a time, while Devon railed her mercilessly.
Finally Andi stopped cumming and gasped for air. Feeling that Andi wanted more of Danielle, and getting a hint of possessiveness from Dani, he pulled out of the smaller girl and allowed Dani to move over and lay down beside Andi.
Andi leaned over and began to kiss Dani once more, and then she went lower and began to lick Dani’s breasts, and suck the nipples, her small hands cupping and kneading the other girl’s breasts.
The girls were in a state of bliss, and Devon sat back and enjoyed the show, as slowly Andi worked her way down Dani’s stomach being urged along by Devon, responding to the pace set by Dani’s pleasure. Whenever Dani pulsed the need for Andi to move lower he shared that feeling with Andi, and so when at last Andi placed her mouth over Dani’s quivering mound Dani was aching to be licked.
Passionate joy speared out from Dani as her lips were parted and sucked by Andi’s mouth. Devon relished the feeling and sent it along to Andi, whose own sex began to throb in conjunction with Danielle’s.
As Andi settled in for a good long oral session, Devon placed himself between her legs and raised her ass up to meet his dick. Taking her from behind he drove into her, forcing her face down over Dani’s sex. Both girls were pleased by the new development and Devon was sure to send it along to them both.
Slowly deeply fucking the tiny girl Devon felt her happiness while she lapped at the sopping cunt before her and receive a great fuck behind. Dani was shocked at the pleasure she was feeling. Her emotions were flitting from one intense form of happiness to another. She felt gratitude toward Devon, and lust for both her lovers. Also she felt childish glee at being on the receiving end of such great tongue, and she felt happy anticipation for Andi’s upcoming orgasm at the hand of Devon. This Kaleidoscope of emotional states was intoxicating to Devon.
He really wanted to follow this but it was too chaotic so he looked in on Andi and found her just as mixed up.
Andi was loving the cock pounding her from behind and she loved the soft wet opening under her tongue, but she wanted something else. Devon couldn’t find what it was. He tried varying his pace, but it only got a response from Andi when he drove into her hard and deep, yet he could sense it wasn’t a hard fucking she wanted. At least not entirely.
As he negotiated the delicate balance of both girls and himself, staying entwined in the connection between them, Devon began to lose focus. He tried to drive his link deeper into Andi’s mind to balance himself someplace, and to plum the depths of the elusive feelings she was having.
Unwittingly he drove deeper into her mind than he had ever gone with anyone, and her consciousness recoiled from the invasion. Suddenly a huge space opened up inside Andi’s brain and Devon felt himself fill the open space and take over, his consciousness now in control of Andi.
Now Devon felt everything that was happening to Andi’s body as if it were his own. He felt his own now distant cock wedged deeply inside his body that was actually Andi’s. The far away Devon cock was keeping still, but it still felt huge and wonderful inside his new body. Under his new mouth he felt Dani’s pussy wiggling as his new Andi tongue stopped licking.
And most importantly he felt the tiny glow that was Andi’s consciousness panicking off to the rear of his own consciousness. He felt powerful, and to flex this new set of muscles he began to flick his new tongue over Danielle’s tiny clit. Dani’s pussy jumped up to meet his mouth more fully and he felt the softness of his own lips. He ran a hand down his own chest and massaged his new breasts. They felt amazing, the nipples far more sensitive than his own, the hand touching them soft and delicate, sending more information to his new brain than his old hands did to his old brain.
The sexual pulse of his new vagina was intense and felt humiliating in its vulnerability. The feeling of being violated by the prick inside was profound as his consciousness tried to reconcile his old body with the new. The new body loved being filled, the old body feared it. But before he could figure out if he should move and let the still prick fall from his body he was shocked by a resistance from Andi. She wanted control again and was fighting for it.
Devon could tell that there was no chance that Andi could push him out. He felt like a strong armored man holding a kitten off, she was so small and weak. Yet he felt true compassion for her and he sent that compassion down to her. He soothed her and sent feeling of happiness and desire back down to her.
He felt her respond and he stoked the flame her receding desire. Still licking Dani he allowed Andi to feel that, and nurtured her burgeoning lust. Easing himself back he relinquished his hold on Andi’s body bit by bit.
It was far from perfectly smooth and before long he felt himself lose his grip on her brain and rushed back to his own. Disoriented he bucked his body and plunged into Andi who moaned forlornly. Then his body resumed fucking in spite of his unbalance. Andi responded by bucking back and soon he was focusing on fucking her once more.
Delicately he opened the link between them all again and no-one was feeling negatively. Dani was still on the verge of a climax, and was feeling great. Andi felt confused and disoriented too, so he fed her Dani’s lust and joy. Moments passed as the three lovers fed on Dani’s passion and she carried them all off on another orgasm, the confusion of before almost forgotten.
Filling Andi with his sperm Devon felt drained, his brain almost mushy. Happily he lay down on the floor beside the girls, while Dani with no coercing from him plopped down between Andi’s legs and began to suck Devon’s spunk from inside Andi’s soaked juncture.
Devon reviewed what had happened while the girls played. It had felt as if he had utterly taken over Andi’s mind, and was in total control of her body. Like it was an extension of his own body, or another option. This was as exciting as anything he had ever discovered. As powerful as finding his original link with Melanie. It felt right.
Eventually the girls grew tired and the three of them curled up in bed. Devon snuggled between them and covered them in a blanket of mutual satisfaction and companionship. They all drifted off to sleep rapturous in each other’s arms.
Last chapter we met Devon, an Empath. He discovered his power and found, then lost love. He is acting in a college production of Romeo and Juliet.
From the moment he stepped onto the stage he had the entire audience in the palm of his hand. The sadness Romeo felt in his first entrance had people sighing with sympathy. When Mercutio was raising the young men’s spirits and rhapsodizing about Queen Mab the audience laughed along with Romeo. When he saw Juliet for the first time the audience held their breath as his passion erupted into a conflagration of desire.
Devon himself had not seen Dani most of the day except a brief hug before the curtain went up. Now seeing her in the beautiful gown of Juliet, the low cut dress showing the pale swells of her breasts, her skin glowing in the stage lights, he felt a very real lust sweep through him, and through him into the audience.
Suddenly the good actress playing Juliet became the symbol of all that is desirable in women to this captivated audience. Devon moved them along with himself. The next few scenes as the young lovers fell deeper and deeper into love the audience had a voyeuristic access into a very intimate coming together of two passionate youths.
Conducting a symphony of emotions Devon wove a melody of desire, weaving Danielle, himself and the audience into a whole harmonious chord all in tune with one another. When at last Romeo leaves Juliet alone on her balcony the audience sighed audibly as he released them from his hold.
Later when the two lovers consummated their passion the audience grew physically aroused as Juliet slipped naked from her sheets to urge reluctant Romeo to leave. In turn when he too stepped naked from the bed the watchers were given a glimpse of his arousal in the semi erect penis he displayed. As the two lovers caressed each other and the nurse pounded on the door the audience ached with the lovers to continue the lovemaking, and as he slipped out the window they released a held breath, the passion, and anxiety of the moment so very palpable.
Later when Romeo watched his great friend Mercutio die, they felt anguish like never before. Soon that was supplanted by rage as Romeo sought to kill Tybalt. When Romeo did kill Tybalt his sorrow grew, as did theirs. Then when Romeo was banished the frustration, and despair left not an eye dry.
Finally the dignified grief of seeing Juliet dead in her tomb was mesmerizing, as each and every one of them in the theatre felt the terribly real bereavement both Devon and Romeo shared. As Romeo lay down to die, having swallowed poison he gently pulled back his connection to the crowd and the loss of their beloved Romeo caused numerous sobs to come from the dark space beyond the lights.
Then ever so softly Devon reconnected with both Danielle and the crowd, and he allowed the audience to feel her joy at seeing him, then the sudden panic as she realized he had killed himself thinking her to be dead. Then as she violently took her life with his knife they all felt her mix of sorrow, love, and anticipation as she curled her broken body over her dead lovers in an eternal embrace.
When the lights came down the audience leapt to their feet and the thunderous ovation lasted for minutes as the cast bowed for them. When at last the two lovers appeared and bowed the crowd yelled their full throated approval of the performance deafening the actors on stage.
When the opening night party ended and the thousand congratulations were said the two real life lovers retired to his dorm and held each other giddily at his door. Allowing the passion and excitement he felt to bleed over to her he opened himself to what she felt and found it to be equally passionate, and also proud.
“You were amazing tonight.” She said.
“You were too. Your death was stunning.”
“You did it. You set it all up so well. I just felt so strongly what Romeo was feeling, I was so entranced with your performance it elevated mine.” She was radiating a kind of awe, and it made him feel faintly guilty, which he tried to hide from her, instead sending his lust at her.
She stood on her toes and kissed him ardently. They began to kiss forcefully, and tearing each other’s clothes off as the moment turned sexually charged. Still standing beside the door they stripped each other naked and groped each other avidly.
Falling to her knees Dani took Devon’s pulsing cock into her warm wet mouth and pumped him with her hand. Groaning at the wonderful feeling of it Devon fell back against the door and accepted the blowjob gratefully.
Working her lips up and down his long shaft she slurped away at him, while pumping him with one hand, and massaging his balls with the other. Rapidly his climax mounted threatening to spill over into her mouth. Sending his distress about not being able to stop from cumming to Dani, she just smiled and sucked harder and faster, her head bobbing back and forth in and out of his groin.
Reading her smug sense of power over him he allowed her to take him past the brink of control, and enjoyed the build of his orgasm. Soon he began to grunt with the intensity of his climax, and before long shot his gooey load into her suckling mouth. Sensing her pride Devon allowed her to feel a hint of the acceptance, and loss of power his felt as she received his sperm in her face. As she continued to lick and suck him, milking every drop of his essence, he was hard pressed to manage the conduit between them, and not swamp her with his feeling. It would be too weird for her to get too much of this when she couldn’t even see his eyes. He had found that people seemed to think they were reading him, and felt pride in being able to do so, but if they could feel him without that ability to read him, they often got confused, or even scared.
As his orgasm subsided and he regain his composure, she let his sensitive dick fall from between her soft lips and Devon knelt down and kissed her, tasting a hint of himself on her tongue. Then he pushed her down and held himself over her and began to kiss her body, licking her nipples, and biting them, softly, then letting her needs guide him to where she wanted his mouth next. Naturally before long he found himself with his tongue planted between her plump pussy lips sucking on her clit.
Using her emotions as a guide he brought her to several orgasms in quick succession and when she had screamed at him to fuck her, he happily slid his hard cock into her sopping slot.
Fucking her aggressively, as she liked it, he pounded her hard enough that they moved across the floor of his dorm room. Shifting positions often the two of them humped against each other wildly, and soon were approaching climax once more. As he bent her over on all fours and drove himself into her from the rear Devon pulled on her hair and spiked her desire through the roof. The connection between them was incandescent with her powerful lust.
Slapping her ass hard as she seemed to need, Devon once more began to dominate her physically, forcing her face down onto the floor and spanking her mercilessly. His hand was stinging from the force of his blows, and her whimpers seem so real to his ears, yet her emotions were radiant with joy, and need for more. Inspired Devon reached for a belt on the floor beside them, and he slapped her hard with it folded in half. She cried out anguished, while her heart sent a beam of pure bliss as her buttocks flared bright red.
“Yes.” She whimpered. “Yes. More!” He realized she was cumming violently as her cunt gripped him with powerful pulses. So he slapped the leather across her bum again, and again pushing her over an inner precipice of pleasure.
Driving himself into her powerfully Devon continued to stab her with his tool, and whip her with his belt, and she came in a series of long agonizing orgasms for minutes. When at last she gasp for him to please stop he pulled out and flipped her over, then whipped her chest and abdomen, making her cum some more. After a few frantic moments he lifted her head on her floppy weak neck and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Being so intimately tied to her pleasure through the link between them he had been utterly stimulated and his own orgasm burst from him in a torrent as her mind exploded with pleasure from his abusing her body.
Spewing thick ropes of cum onto her tongue Devon dropped the belt and vigorously jack himself off into her slobbering mouth. Devon’s climax seemed to last forever as he emptied his balls into her face. Never with Melanie did her orgasm so overwhelm him and bring him so much pleasure. He realized that her passion didn’t hold a candle to the passion of Dani.
Finally he fell down beside her exhausted, utterly drained emotionally, and he let the link between them close to a trickle of feelings.
Danielle curled herself around him and whispered, “I don’t understand how it is that you know my needs so well. I feel like you know me better than I know myself. I’ve never thought to be whipped before, but that was exactly what I wanted. It was so fucking incredible. I came more, and more intensely than I ever have in my life!”
“It just felt like the right thing to do.”
“It was. Holy shit was it ever. But fuck my tits hurt!”
“Oh man I’m sorry. “ He looked at them and saw red welts across the sensitive mounds.
“No. Don’t apologize, it was incredible. I loved it!” And she did. He could feel her amazed joy.
“Wow, you are a hell of a woman Dani.” He let her feel his awe, and she relished it.
Eventually they crawled up onto his bed and had a more gentle round of lovemaking, that brought them both to one more climax, but one that was much more comforting then explosive. Then they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.